I was hard at work this afternoon, designing, creating, doing all sorts of busy-little-bee things when my office phone rang around 4 p.m. It was a phone call from Paradise. No, not the one above, the lovely paradise below: Fort Myers, Florida. My friend was sitting at her pool in a balmy 84 degrees, sun shining, palm trees waving, the warm water beckoning.
I looked out my window at the cold, grey sky and gritted my teeth. “Lovely to hear from you, friend.” I heard her giggle. The woman had no control. Ok, so I was just in Fort Myers just a couple of weeks ago, and I know most of my readers haven’t been in a warm climate for nearly three months. So I shouldn’t complain. But the contrast — the comparison in weather and atmosphere is almost too dear to bear. Still it was great to hear from her. She’s busy checking on new job opportunities. Always living well and with a song in her heart!
As I write this missive, the clock is ticking towards 6 p.m. I have an hour’s ride in front of me, and I have a few errands to run on the way, so I am about to head out into the cold. But I shall not despair. I shall call upon my memory bank and dream of those waving palms and the warm sun on my svelt body. One can only imagine. It keeps me going.
Not to push you over the edge or anything, but, did I tell you I’m going to Hawaii?
(yuck, yuck, yuck)
It’s a balmy 84 degrees here in sunny franklin…and I do mean balmy!
Karen… you are toooooo cruel.
Throw a few logs on the fire and you too can have 84 degrees . . . and a source for toasting marshmallows and conversing with Johnny W.