Time of the Season

Before we moved here, I estimate that I’ve traveled to Florida at least thirty times in my life.  When I was a kid, probably until I was fifteen or so, we went every year, mostly in the summer, although we did spend a couple of Christmases and Easters down here.  When I was in my mid-twenties in the early nineties, I talked my then-boyfriend into going to Disney World on President’s Day weekend.  After that I was poor for a while, but Mr. Mandalay and I have come down a few times during our marriage, always in the summer.

It occurred to me recently that I have never been here in the autumn.  It’s … kind of strange actually.  It’s still pretty warm, but the humidity has plummeted and there’s an almost continuous breeze.  For the last couple of days, however, high daytime temperatures have been in the mid-sixties, going down into the upper forties at night.  In other words, the kind of late October weather to which I’m accustomed and that I thought wouldn’t get down here until maybe January.  I am delighting in pulling out my sweatshirts and sweater slippers and drinking the occasional fall-flavored latte.  I also chuckle at people who are bundling up like Nanook of the North on days when the temperature is at the bottom range of “room.”  I’ve shut off the air conditioning and thrown open the windows.  It’s glorious.

I have a lot of things going on, including an ongoing battle with Ginormocorp over the payment of my COBRA coverage.  It didn’t help that Mr. Mandalay thought he was being helpful and instead messed things up even more, but that’s another entry.  I’m still trying to put myself on some sort of schedule as far as posting and writing, but with Mr. Mandalay still up in the air that’s been difficult.

But at least there are fall-flavored lattes.