We haven’t done anything particularly Florida-ish now that
we’re here. We haven’t consumed one drink sporting an umbrella or walked
hand-in-hand along the beach dressed all in white like those people of a
certain age you see in ads for hearing aids, or perhaps laxatives.
We are ready
for life here, having stocked the refrigerator, the wine rack, and put out the
porch furniture. And we’re already settling into our roles as
pseudo-Southerners. The temperatures are
hovering in the low 70s and upper 60s during the day, and instead of the shorts
and t-shirts we would have been wearing in the same temps at home, we’ve
grabbed our sweatshirt jackets like the locals.
Clothing at an area supermarket on a 65ish day could run from parkas
(locals), to tank tops and flip-flops (tourists in denial).
Today was my
first trip of the season for yoga at the YMCA. Last spring I came home with 10
pounds more of me, so I need to get proactive fast. Apparently I wasn’t the
only one. I had to park in a field in back of the facility, grabbing the very
last spot, and walking past at least 10 cars circling fruitlessly. They even
had a guy in a golf cart offering rides back to the building, which, if you ask
me, canceled the whole purpose of being there in the first place.
The Season is
upon us (And yes, I know I’m one more of the invaders). The roads are filled,
and anyone wanting to eat out should probably adopt the eat-before-5 philosophy
if they plan to get into a restaurant. That old saw about retired people eating
early has nothing do to with age. It’s just the only way you can get a meal
around here.
Those temperatures sound blissful to me. And yes, I would stand out. No jacket for me in those temperatures.
ReplyDeleteI hope the yoga went well. I need to find a class here. Supple as a brick I am.
I had the bad luck of dropping my mat between two women who seemed to have their foreheads permanently attached to their knees, when they weren't busy balancing on one leg.
DeleteHow lovely to have someone else acknowledge you must be there by five to get a table!
ReplyDeleteIf only I drank more heavily - then I wouldn't mind waiting an hour for a table.
DeleteI will be joining the throng in Florida next week, when I visit my sister in Tampa. I have three yoga classes here that I will miss and be trying to make up for when return. I know what you mean about the clothing being so different. I'll be wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt, probably. With shorts. :-)
ReplyDeleteYou'll be just down the road a bit in Tampa!
DeleteThat's why they all eat early? I figured it was because they all fall asleep when the sun goes down, just like in the olden days before television.
ReplyDeleteInteresting about the early eating, but it makes sense.
ReplyDeletethat bit about the clothes made me laugh. 60s to 70s during the day here the last several and I'm wearing an undershirt, a long sleeve shirt and jeans. shorts and t-shirts are reserved for 90s and up!
ReplyDeleteAh, yes, the Early Bird Special! I went to the YMCAs in both south Sarasota and Venice at different times while I lived down there, but I don't think I ever had to park in a field. That sounds a little crazy.
ReplyDeleteYes, I've both read and watched Lynley. As for Endeavour, I am not up to date but hope to be once we're done re-watching Morse. Meanwhile, have you watched Lewis?
ReplyDeleteLove Lewis, too. Especially the actor in that role.
DeleteI figure the lunch specials are great for old folks and then just fruit or a salad for supper....or popcorn! Glad you are settled in.
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