Time to replace the dead lights. It’s a law that when you live in Florida, you have to have lights in the palm trees. And they have to actually work. These needed replacing, and that is a ‘blue’ job—manly work. Dick wondered if I was out there to record the FALL. Whew…glad that didn’t happen.
Isn’t that sky just lovely? I see that it is about 27 back in Mayberry. See those shorts and bare feet. Yep…now you know why we are in Florida in January.
We had pizza with the Tieches last night. We’ve known them FOREVER. Love, love seeing old friends, which is another reason to stay here for the winter, just in case y’all were wondering. Lots of history in this place for the two of us, more so for Dick, since he grew up here. Our roots are very important to us.
So there is still some more settling in to do. Dick has trimmed some of the shrubs; I’ve got to sort through files and get them in place here in the moho. Everything in place, all in good time as we feel like working…or not. We are pacing ourselves.
Remember--No one is in charge of your happiness but you.
Life is good, y’all!