Nope. Not at all. This afternoon it struck me that I did my grocery shopping in flip flops and shorts, and then I washed the pollen off the pool deck. And it's January.
The longer I have lived in Florida, the more I've come to appreciate the
Stage 1: When I first moved to Florida I was shocked to meet people who had never touched real snow. Granted, I loved that you could be outside year-round down here. But I missed the colder weather during football games and being able to wear cute sweatshirts on a regular basis (a staple of my late-80s wardrobe).
Stage 2: Within about five years I saw the merits in the shorter "winter" we have here. I had also gotten a bit more used to the summer heat; marching in 90 degree weather wearing a full-body band uniform will do that to you. But I still lamented the absence of truly cold weather over the holidays, and I wished it would snow a few times a year.
Stage 3: About three years ago I turned on the Weather Channel to see that they were broadcasting live on Christmas Day from Key West. They showed people wearing bathing suits and Santa hats, enjoying beers and boat drinks on the pier. I turned to my husband and said, "You know, that looks kind of nice..."
Stage 4: Now I bitch if I have to wear socks.
This year I'm making holiday flip-flops. The way I see it... the first Christmas was in a desert. Why should I have to suffer in the name of authenticity?
1 comment:
I want to see those flip flops....
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