Find Me in Florida Again.

Welcome to Florida during another one of our balmy and sunny Autumns here in Florida. There are no orange leaves but this is the season where there are oranges, limes, lemons, grapefruit and other citrus. This is the season when temperatures are in the low 80s. This is a subtle season before the real tourists show up and the hotel and theme parks are crowded. Floridians visit near empty theme parks now. Beaches and springs are near empty for us. Life here is a gift from God. It is different than other places. Remember that. Always remember and enjoy that. We have no frost or snow now. That's fine for us.

I’m feeling better, we’re getting cold weather in Florida, and Halloween is coming.

I’m feeling better. Thanks for all your prayers and thoughts .

We really got up this morning and had some tea that my husband went and got for me. I have a long list of things todo this afternoon. I don’t want to talk about it but I’m going to get it done. I’m going to dig in and get it done. Already cleaned the rug with the Bissell rug scrubber this morning after the dog soiled most of it while I was sick.

Just saw the news while I’m sitting here sipping my chai, that we are getting cold weather and it is a big deal here after sweating all summer. So we get 40s or 50s at night. So it really blows through it makes it feel like 20s where you are. So when you wake up and you moan and groan know that there are at least 1 million or more people in the southern end of the United States that are tired of sweating. Remember, you’re making a sacrifice for us. You didn’t want to live here. AlI can remember is that I moved in here in the summer and did nothing but sweat in the hundred degree blistering melting heat through every single garage sale to get rid of father-in-law’s stuff. There was a lot of that.

So the real break from the heat is very welcome and humanizing, along with feeling better after a long grueling sick week.

I’m glad I’m feeling better. Bring on the cold weather.

Happy Halloween.

Light blogging this week. It is flu season and it’s got me tales of the crypt

I admit it I don’t get sick very often but when I do it nails me. I am human so what?

I mean it really nailed me. I started feeling bad Saturday afternoon. I still cleaned. I still mowed the lawn. I kept a stiff upper lip. I don’t know what for but I did it.

Last picture you had here was of the picnic — that’s the last thing I remember. I don’t remember Monday all remember is going home early on Sunday night, slamming my arse into my bed with a Motrin. We went home early. I didn’t feel good that was about it I had my dinner I don’t feel good it wasn’t anything okay because I ate healthy.

Rest rest rest I need it is what I thought. So my Monday did not exist I was in pain body aches you know the flu thing. Tuesday yesterday, did not exist either but it existed more than Monday. Today, I was more coherent back to my old grouchy self.

Folk, I never get sick I really never get sick. I use sanitizer on everything , I bleach everything that is able to be bleached and I cleaned everything it was not fun. This thing mauled me — airborne.

But I know better when I had to call the doctor, yes, the doctor. I pushed one for appointments. Today I attempted to do that. All I got was a dispute that my insurance didn’t pay. They refused to make the appointment. What is this the health mafia??

Screw em — he’s fired. Yes I wrote that. I mean it . It is an hour away from my new free and clear house. Besides, I’m going to take that hundred bucks I would’ve spent at the doctor two registers the deed on the house that’s paid for in full.

Today would’ve been my father-in-law Harry’s 88th birthday. I do believe in miracles, so around the time he started to get really sick last year I started to feel better this afternoon. It was about the time I slammed the phone on the coffee table over told the lady she got was coming to her that I hung up on her. I really told her I’d been sick for three days and she didn’t give a bleep.

I know I can do better. I feel better. I am moving on. I am going to live.

First house at 51 some thoughts on this or let’s just say I am still thinking about it.

Harry my Father in law died a year ago this week.

It has been one hell of a year.  Add this to loosing my two beloved Aunts, one of them an acting Godmommy.

Sigh….  I didn’t know it would be this hard or tough to settle in my FIRST FIRST HOUSE. 


BUT HERE’S THE KICK: the deed for this house that we moved into gets recorded this week.  So I guess you can say it is OFFICIAL. 

I have to laugh about that and the fact that even though I lost a car through the midnight truck of  repo smeepo when I WAS IN MY LATE 20S,  I HAVE MANAGED TO GET A HOUSE FREE AND CLEAR THE FIRST TIME.

It is nice not to have a bank to pay off for this big ticket item.  I am 51, but I don’t feel like it.  Remember now,  this is my first FIRST HOUSE AND NOT MY “CASA WHERE I WATCHED MY KIDS GROW UP”.  I DIDN’T GET MARRIED UNTIL I was 35 or uhh, 34 and a month to go until I was 35.

I am thankful.


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