Only the wisest and stupidest of men never change.
Confucius
I wonder sometimes if I might have
been a cat in a past life. Milk is not kind to my system, and I like to think
about adventure, but the idea of change makes me edgy.
I’m soon to depart for Florida ,
where I’ll be visiting my two partners in crime golf. This will be my
first sleep-over at their houses, which is thought-provoking enough, but it’s
also complicated by the fact that I’m leaving Massachusetts ,
home of all-encompassing sweaters and going to a land where everyone is
frolicking in t-shirts. You see, like 75% of us in the north, I’m carrying
around the traditional Holiday Heft – those six pounds you didn’t realize were
there until you have to unbutton your jeans to watch TV comfortably on the
couch.
You can imagine my delight when my
friends apologetically emailed me that the weather is cooler than usual and I’d
need to bring perhaps a sweatshirt and jeans.
As far as my concerns with change,
I’ll be leaving behind my own pillow and routine. Of course, this same routine
is the one that triggers my cabin fever and has me thumbing through those
Viking River Cruise flyers that arrive every other day in our mailbox.
I'm sure you will have a lovely time whatever clothes you wear.
ReplyDeleteI'm not too keen on change either but hunger for pastures new. We're so contrary. Love your thoughts. x
ReplyDeleteI have a dear friend in Florida whose husband is a golf pro. Sadly, he recently had a stroke, which is challenging both himself and his wife, but they are working hard to get him moderately rehabilitated. So, hit one for Steve!
ReplyDeleteGo, and have fun! However, I know exactly what you are talking about. I had lost six pounds. Could once again button my only pair of jeans without sucking in. Was beginning to feel in control and good about myself again. Then Christmas came along! Then cold weather and now cabin fever. I've done nothing but eat today! Florida sounds wonderful!
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