Laid Back

For those who visit the land of alligators, flamingos and pelicans, Florida is a special retreat. It can also be somewhat 'lazy'. It's more of an attitude than an action. This may sound flip to northerners but 'lazy' can mean doing the same thing nearly every day; blue skies and temps in the 70's. Our weathermen tell us it's going to be chilly for the next few days. Their idea of chilly is 65 degrees.
I was correct about the traffic. There's a lot of it. We're located just west of I-75 in western Florida. Running parallel to I-75 is Highway 41 or as it's more commonly referred, The Tamiani Trail. It's a bumper to bumper highway that runs from Tampa to Miami. The best part of it is when it turns left at Marco Island and shoots east through the Everglades.

Lizzie and I have discovered a nifty coffee shop in Port Charlotte. The proprietor and his wife and son left Yorkshire, England three years ago and migrated here. Aside from his engaging accent he makes the best scones and Scottish bread.

Yesterday we hooked up with some delightful friends from the Columbus area. They winter here and it's easy to see why. The best way to describe them is contented. That's a great way to be when one is in their mid-sixties.

We're staying a gated community in a condo owned by my former boss. It's made us feel a whole lot better about our station in life. Every Monday evening there's a first run movie shown in the clubhouse. On Tuesday a man played thirty different instruments for the hour concert. The best part of the evening: We were the youngest couple there. Lizzie was by far the best looking lady in attendance. I figured some these old codgers would be hitting on her all night.

Tomorrow we'll go to Mass. That's always an experience as you know. It takes forty minutes to go through the list of all the parishoners who passed away the previous week.