Originally, I had planned a trip to Michigan to kick off the new year and spend some time snowmobiling amongst other winter activities before departing for warmer weather (where I belong and flourish). Unfortunately and fortunately the trip had some questionable weather and was called off, then called back on a day later: in that small window of time I took it as a sign to look up flights to FL to visit my grandmother who will be 91 this year and had never met Kevin. In short, the $135 (for two people) round trip flights were too good to pass up.
I have to add a disclaimer, I am completely spoiled whenever I stay in FL with my dad’s mom. She is in incredibly good shape for a 91 year old woman, still has a car which is at our disposal and is willing to pick me up if I run too far and don’t want to make the run back to the condo. You may ask, could it get better than that? Why yes it can and it does. She also spoils me every evening with a dinner out at MY CHOICE OF A RESTAURANT. So 7 days in Florida went as follows:
- Endless coffee
- Too much food
- Much needed sun (before we start living outdoors and biking in the hot sun)
- Too much of nothing and everything all at once
- Some reading
- Two 1000 piece puzzles
- A few games of shuffle board
- One afternoon of put put
- Too much laughing
I am eternally grateful the universe signaled this visit to Florida because sometimes old people give the advice we don’t want to hear yet know we need to hear it.
I’m thinking I give Kevin one famous, funny, or useless quote per post and his FL life was, “a mini retirement except the sausage rolls which kept rolling over the arm rest from his neighbor on the return flight.”
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