There are agricultural concerns that are serious (what’s happening to the berry and citrus crops these nights?) and then there are the “OMG! Take cover! Open the shelters! The temperature is falling! The temperature is falling!” State full of wussies, swear to God. Folks here in sunny Florida are bracing for the end of the world as the temperatures in St. Petersburg fall to- are you ready friends in Chicago? 34 degrees. Yesterday it was in the fifties during much of the day, breezy but sunny. Lawwryy, the garden helper, acted as though I was asking him to prune shrubs at the Amundsen-Scott station. He huddled on the porch with his hood up and whimpered.
Back in Chicago and Ann Arbor, winter has settled in with lots and lots of snow and really cold weather. I mention Ann Arbor because that’s where my birthday baby is today, playing in a snow fort like a little girl. She’s “home” for winter break, seeing her dad and brother and all of her best friends and won’t return to Florida until the weekend as the semester gets going. She keeps calling and telling me how much fun she is having. While some of us went to a neighborhood potluck and were back in bed by 11 pm, she rang in the year with style. She went to hear her brother play with his band, NOMO, at Leopold Bros. I think this is the third year in a row for a sold out night there. Then they went to a private party at a Jamaican Jerk restaurant a friend’s parents own and then they went out and had snowballs fights in 10 inches of new snow. I noticed that Dan will be playing in Chicago in a couple weeks; we’ll miss that too. Ironic that after 30 years there, I’m in Florida and the kids are in Ann Arbor.
So ironic, in fact, me in Florida with wussies whining about the cold and my children frolicking in the cold north, that I think I’ll leave. Go some place warmer. Do a little snorkeling at Molokini. Watch some whales on their warm winter diet. Smell some plumeria. I’ll check in on a couple of my Florida neighbor’s blogs so I know when to come back. I’ll send a postcard, too. “Weather is here, wish you were beautiful.”
Just kidding. You are. Beautiful that is. And I wish you a peaceful and warm New Years, even if it’s only in your heart and hearth. That’s where it starts, you know.
I’ll post from Maui. Aloha.