I’ve always admired birds for knowing when to get the heck outta Dodge. It gets cold, they pack up and leave.
I always dreaded the day when I’d hear the Canadian geese heading south overhead. Living on Maryland’s Eastern Shore, we are in the flyway for geese during their journey south. I’m usually lying in my hammock when it happens. “Go back, go back!” I holler when the honking becomes louder and they fly in formation overhead. It never seems to do any good. They don’t listen. Kinda like teenagers, but that’s another blog.
So, today, I officially became a snowbird. Always wanted to be one and now I am. Just have to learn how to fly.
I’ve always loved things tropical. Green plants and palm trees, blue skies and water, that’s me. I’ve always disliked cold and snow. I love where I live on the Eastern Shore, except for three months a year when it’s cold and once in a while, it snows.
It’s 27 degrees at home and 58 degrees and sunny here in Ft. Myers. While it doesn’t make all my worries go away, at least I’m not having to:
- Run outside and start the car so it’s not too cold when I get inside.
- Make excuses as to why I can’t walk the dog today.
- Turn on the fireplace to get warm.
- Put my flip flops away, ever.
- Order a hot latte at Starbucks.
- Shovel snow. Some people talk about how hot it is in Florida in the summer. Last time I checked, you don’t have to shovel sweat.
- Wrap my cold hands around your neck to warm them up.
Well, it’s been two weeks since I started this blog and I’m still not tired of the weather. Waking up slowly, writing in the mornings, pool in the afternoon, and more writing in the evening, is growing on me.
Where’s the downside, you ask? Well, I was in Florida instead of home when my first great-grandchild was born earlier this week. There’s the downside. While I know he doesn’t know I’m not there, I do and I can’t wait to get my hands on little Isaiah Jackson. I know he’s waiting for Grandy to get there. Hang on, Bud, I’m headed home. There’s no place like it.