Home again, jiggety jog.
The flight back to Vermont was without a hitch...except for the rude shock of the 40 degree temperature difference. I amused myself at the gate this morning by sorting the crowd into those who were getting off at JFK and those who would be heading on to Burlington, VT. It wasn't all that challenging. I am pretty sure I scored at least 99%.
My 83 year old neighbor in Florida treated me to a Saturday night fish fry supper--fish she caught, cleaned and fried up herself. It was really good too. Snow birds are just starting to filter back, but things were pretty quiet. Of course, I don't think that you are ever going to see spring-break type, snow birds gone wild reality shows on your televisions even during the peak season.
I went to the Venice Sunshine Fiesta. It featured a long parade of local school bands, antique cars, and a few businesses that had put together floats. I bought a couple of craft items and had my palms read. I will enjoy a long and healthy life! Well, that's better than, "Sit down, honey, while I call the ambulance." I am making fun, but it was actually kind of interesting.
I went to an interview with San, a Monk on the Go. I liked his idea of a walking meditation while picking up litter on the beach. I pick up litter, but I mumble mean things about the people who drop it. I can learn to be a better person.