First of all, Happy New Year to all of you. Second of all, Happier New Year to those of you lucky enough to be in South Florida just now. It should be a joyful celebration indeed. Much of the rest of our nation is enduring pretty crummy outdoor conditions during the holidays. But to my taste, anyway, the weather around here really can’t get any better than this. I’m looking out my office window at cool blue skies dabbed with benign clouds, my window is open to the 80 degree breezes and I’m not aware of any humidity at all. I keep hearing, though, about bitter cold in New York, unseasonable piles of snow in Seattle and plain crazy weather in Chicago, among other inclement spots.
My mom in Chicago, for instance, has been telling me about five inches of snow one day, freezing rain the next day, then about hard rains that melt the snow and cause serious flooding. Sheesh. I almost feel guilty about luxuriating in these balmy tropical surroundings as the New Year dawns. Almost.
But guilt helps no one, of course, so I’ll do my best to press on despite Fort Lauderdale’s gorgeous climate. On New Year’s Eve, it’s a party for me. I’ll be heading to a celebration in a private home that should be loaded with a nice group of interesting, attractive folks. Another tough break, I know. The following few days should involve some fancy dinners and maybe a movie or two. I’m also thinking about going to the Hollywood Beach Balloon Festival, where several hot air balloons will float above the Hollywood beach each day from Friday through Sunday. Admission is free. You can find out details at www.hollywoodbeachballoonfest.com. Whatever I do, I know I’ll wind up outside as much as possible. Honestly, it takes some discipline to make myself sit indoors to write on days like these. Then I remember that I could still be living in Vermont or Michigan or somewhere and I breathe in the fresh Florida air coming through my window. And I think, hey, I’ve got no reason to complain.
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