A little while ago at 7:30, I took Mamie out for her morning pee. It was like walking into a warm sponge.It appears April has arrived a few days early. I’ve decided the purpose of April for me here in Florida is to make it easier to leave. We need to get back anyway for our twin granddaughters’ birthday at the beginning of May, but it’s hard, knowing we’ll be leaving behind the beach, the other things we can do outside, and the many venues for eating out. Our small town in Massachusetts has very basic entertainment offerings and if you want to sit outside and have a good meal, it means at least a half hour drive.
On the flip side, the weather here will now likely be in the 80s and higher from this point on, and with the relentless Florida sun and enveloping humidity, we’ll soon be in our house much of the time. Might as well be back up north. So, April in Florida is like have a teenager in the house. Someone you love, but who becomes so exponentially unpleasant you can’t wait to have them leave. Or in our case, to take our own departure. It’s nature’s way of softening the goodbye.