One of the locations Jazz Hands was deployed today was on the top of a cement wall. This wall belongs to Fort Clinch, a Civil War era military installation, protecting our nation's interior via the exterior as several rivers can be accessed from this strategic coastal location. Situated at the northern tip of Amelia Island in the town of Fernandino Beach, Florida where Georgia's coastline is visible and a mere cannonball shot away. I can't think of a better place to deploy Jazz Hands.
The second location Jazz Hands were deployed was back at the resort, poolside, in an attempt to summon the waitstaff for a round of beverages. Poolside Gin and Tonic, summoned via hand jazzing is extremely thirst quenching. I highly recommend it.
The poolside patron system begins with a little numbered flag attached to a lounge chair so that the poolside waitstaff can properly recognize those in need of overpriced poolside beverages, and properly distribute said overpriced poolside beverages to hundreds and hundreds of poolside patrons looking for that unique, personalized poolside experience. And this personalized experience allows the patron to conveniently charge all overpriced beverages to the room account by giving the waitstaff the room number.
Numbers on the flags...room numbers...I probably don't have to point out the irony here.
As I struggle to accept the lack of variation in life and in daily Jazz Hands deployments, I can appreciate the idea of blending in and enjoying commonality between many others at once...especially if that common experience include a warm sunny day and poolside Gin and Tonics.
Imagine the soldiers that at one time occupied Fort Clinch, dressed in the same military issued uniforms, eating the same military issued rations, participating in the same mundane activities day by day by day, with waves crashing on the nearby shoreline, one after the other, on and on and on, serving as a constant reminder of routine and sameness. All this for a fort that was never physically attacked by an enemy. I suppose the soldier's lack of variation consisted of much smaller amounts of poolside Gin and Tonics and subsequently less desirable a situation than those choosing to vacation at a beachside resort, with the soothing reminder of routine crashing onto the nearby shore.
Today's Jazz Hands played a rousing game of beach volleyball.
Day eighty-six complete.
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