Knitting on La vie en rose et violet is going pretty nicely. I have gotten the both of the adjoining sides to the length that I want them at (18 small squares by 18 small squares), and now comes the tedious task of slowly filling in the rest of the blanket, piece by piece, until I have finally completed a giant square afghan. I promise that I will share more pictures as more and more of the blanket is knit.
Today, though, is one of those random life posts. I’ve had a pretty good last couple of days. Friday, I got to see my niece, who is approaching 11 months and will be turning 1 in June. She is currently at the stage where she can walk while holding on to things, but can only walk 3 or 4 steps unassisted before going back into a crawl. She is also doing some simple baby talk, but has not spoken simple words yet. I sincerely hope we are able to attend her first birthday party; it has been such a joy to watch her grow so much in her first year on this planet.
Yesterday, we went down to Orlando to meet up with my mom’s best friend from high school, her boyfriend, her daughter, and her daughter’s family. Mom’s friend and company were getting ready to head back to New England after spending the winter in South Florida. The parents and I had lunch at a restaurant on the property we went to (I don’t want to name the location as my dad works for one of this company’s competitors). Mom and Dad had steak dishes, while I had seafood, including some shrimp and salmon. We met up with mom’s friend and company at another restaurant they like to frequent when they come to this place, and we spent about an hour or so talking and laughing and enjoying each other’s company, but eventually came the time when mom’s friend had to get back on the road so that they could get back to New Hampshire; they were planning on stopping in Georgia for the night and heading on from there (and this is six people all heading in the same direction). I hope they have a safe trip home, for sure. The downside of all of this is that the temperature in Orlando was well over 90°F and shade at the place we went to was at a premium. I ended up with a sunburn on my face, neck, and shoulders, although thankfully it was not a severe sunburn. I’ll probably be just a little bit more on the pink side for the next few days. We certainly were glad to get back into the air-conditioned pickup truck after all was said and done.
Our excursion to Orlando yesterday got me thinking.
I am a native Floridian, born in Orlando and raised not too far away from there. I’d prefer not to share my exact location, but I was raised, and still live, in a somewhat small town within 50 miles north of Orlando. Though both of my parents were born outside of Florida, both of them have lived here over 40 years (Dad came down as a kid in the late 1960s; Mom arrived after graduating from high school in the early 1970s). I like to call them “naturalized Floridians”. When you’ve lived in Florida for as long as we have, you kind of notice things. Now, I know Florida gets a lot of flack from people (especially the rest of the South, who seemed to have disowned us from the rest of the region), but I’ve been here so long that I’ve grown to love the quirks of this place that I happened to be born into. With that in mind, I would like to follow in the spirit of comedian Jeff Foxworthy, but instead of “You Might Be a Redneck”, I would like to call this…
“You Might Be a Floridian”
- If you find yourself wearing flip-flops for 11 out of the 12 months of the year, you might be a Floridian.
- If the very thought of wearing closed-toe shoes gives you blisters, you might be a Floridian.
- If the grand prize on a game show is a trip to Florida, and you just say “meh”, you might be a Floridian.
- If you find a temperature of 50°F downright cold, you might be a Floridian.
- If you can remember when the local Macy’s used to be a Burdine’s, you might be a Floridian.
- If you drive by the theme parks in Orlando and you just say “meh”, you might be a Floridian.
- If you think The Golden Girls is a documentary, you might be a Floridian.
- If you can tell a tourist by their wardrobe, you might be a Floridian.
- If you attach your memories to a specific hurricane, you might be a Floridian.
- If you think there are only two seasons in a given year — wet and dry — you might be a Floridian.
- If you refer to people from up North who move down here as snowbirds, you are definitely a Floridian.
I welcome any other suggestions from fellow Floridians, just post them in the comments for this post.
I hope you have a wonderful day!