After six winters in the same neighborhood, it is interesting to be exploring a different side of town. The new area does not have the historical cache of Venice Isle, but it is a work in progress in its own right. We are close to good food, that's for sure.
An eagle flew over my head yesterday--not much higher than the telephone wires. Cool.
The walk to the beach is 3.5 miles. I put on my pedometer and measured it this morning. (This is opposed to 2 miles from the old neighborhood.) I do a LOT of walking here. The funny thing is, when I get back to VT and walk up that first hill by my house (like the first 100 yards or so) I always wonder why it feels like I am hopelessly out of shape. Maybe it has something to do with the altitude versus sea level.
Fresh squeezed Florida orange juice is a reason to get up in the morning.
I am going to attempt to stay in touch with my writing group over the next few months by sending out by pieces and giving feedback to the others. There is something about that group that keeps me working when I am attending, but it is too easy to slack off when I don't have the audience and the deadline.
And...reality set in. The December bills have all arrived.
However, it is my brother's birthday (62nd) and there is a full moon rising. I have poured myself a glass of wine to toast the occasion.