I am writing this update later than I normally do. Mainly:
-
Keely woke me up at 4:15 am for her walk, but it is SATURDAY wtf dog
-
It was 30°F out
-
I had not slept well to begin with
-
We went for a short 20 minute hike at full speed
-
I fed doggo and fell back into bed
I got up again after 8 am, which is very late for me. The sun was out by that time, so while it was only about ten degrees warmer, it was not frosty. I stumbled around and got Keely out the door for her usual long weekend stroll.
As expected, Keely hauled me off via the by-ways and cut-throughs to 5th Ave. On the way I noticed that the strange pilings that went up in the O’Hara Electrics parking lot on Thomasville Rd. have been filled in — that is to say, they were posts for a fence. A fence??? An eight foot high fence surrounding their front parking lot???? As you can see I am a lot of ??????? about it.
Mostly, though, I think it is waste of money. We don’t even need a full hurricane to destroy that, just a strong tropical storm. Two or three 70 mph wind gusts will slam that fencing, which is otherwise unprotected by things like other buildings or trees, all to hell. It’s not hiding anything either.
Such a bold statement! What they are stating, I have no damn clue. I eagerly await the next reveal.
One thing about getting out of the house later than usual is that most businesses are open and busy, which I find very disconcerting. It is as if discovering that I do not actually live in a post-apocalyptic urban wasteland. How strange.
The parking lot for the Finnegan’s Wake plaza was bustling with people going to Red Eye for coffee, Sweat Therapy for circuit classes, and the hair salon for beautification. Still feeling groggy, I stopped into Red Eye and got their signature Mexican Mocha latte, which is a fancified mocha latte with cayenne pepper added. Wakey wakey!!!
It’s the first time I’ve been awake to see families bringing their kids to the Sharing Tree, which makes my heart happy. There were a lot of them! I’m glad that they are getting so much attendance after all the chaotic forced moves of the past couple of years.
The (second!) walk was pleasant. It was a bright and lovely morning, despite the chill, and I marvel at how hospitable Florida winters are. Had I the means I am absolutely the person who would winter down south during January and February. Nothing is going on — holidays are over — and the weather is gorgeous, so that would be ideal. As it is, I cling to these days of low humidity and clear views. The dichotomy of bright green foliage interspersed through the grays of winterized trees is the true nature of winter in Florida. We don’t do bleak.
