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Back from Florida... [Mar. 21st, 2008|08:30 am]
You'd think I'd have all sorts of material, having just come back from Florida -- the interstate alone is usually worth several posts. But I got sucked into a book: Amy Bloom's Away (which delivered such a heart-punch most of the way through that I spent a half hour weeping. Thankfully, Amy redeemed herself with a happy ending. Not a Disneyheartsandflowerssappy ending, but a realistic okayIcansettleforthat kind of ending, so I was able to get myself under control.)

Clearly I've been up and down 95 so many times now that I've become inured to it's charms and peccadilloes,

And that was the billboard that advertised: Adult Toy's

It made me want to track down the person responsible for the apostrophe and shake them. Hard. And then interrogate him or her. Why? Why?

Thankfully I was too busy trying to keep my feet out of the pooling water in the floor of the car -- since the AC decided on this trip that it was no longer going to drain OUTSIDE of the car, but inside instead. And I can NOT do highway wind noise, nor panting old dogs in the back.

The weather was, as it always is when we go down to Florida in the springtime, unseasonably cool, windy and rainy, so that was a small disappointment, as was the lawn guy having picked all the tangerines off the tree at the house (which we ask him to do, otherwise the rats come, but I hate it when I forget to belay the order), and one of my favorite things in the world is to paddle around the inlets and nature-bond and the weather on the days we were free was too rough.

And we did get sucked into working both days at the Bay Area Renaissance Festival, despite insisting the entire way down there that we'd just work ONE day and act like normal vacationing people the next day...addicts, we're all alike. Another day shot visiting the Great Aunt and Uncle in Little Germany; a house filled with cuckoo clocks, pictures of the alps, deer antlers...there is no oompah music playing when we visit, but still, out of the corner of your ear, you still hear a vague tuba, an odd accordion riff. I love them dearly, but wish they'd retired someplace where you don't sit there, in the dim light, the waft of mothballs with the lace curtains and the Iron Crosses, thinking "oh, god, I only have one more day here on vacation and I could be..." trying to cram an entire year's worth of visiting and love into a several hour lunch.

Note to those of us who are reaching the age where we realize that retirement is something that we're going to do, not because we've won the lottery or made our first billion -- but because we are going to get old and tired and realized that we don't want to spend our last decade punching a freaking clock: live near the people you want to see or you're not going to see them.

Anyway, BARF being a lovely fair and actual proof that you can be a big-time faire without a single freaking building. And let me apologize now to the cast of Virginia for having worked there, because now when you complain because the faire hasn't bought this for you or that for you, or you had to rehearse in the rain....when we were directed to the Cast green room, we were looking for a tent or building of some kind...and it's just a corner of shady dirt and pine needles in the back. Everyone keeps their belongings in plastic tubs because when it rains...they get rained on. They do get water. No ice, no gatorade, no...nothing else. They are scheduled to the nth degree -- hours when they are scheduled to cover gate, cover this intersection, cover the food court...so quit yer whining!

Nice to be able to visit with so many friends -- we had two precious evenings of dining and laughing with loved ones.

I'm all about the critters, of course, and this time down there, other than seeing some dolphins frolicking off the dock, I felt woefully neglected by the wildlife. Although that's probably a good thing, considering the woman who was just killed by a spotted ray down there. Just leaped out of the water (as they are wont to do -- I've seen one off the dock) ran into her and killed her. Sooooo, perhaps I was safer being neglected...

[User Picture]From: sestree
2008-03-21 01:36 pm (UTC)
Glad to see you're back.

I still LOL when I see BARF. It's just - yeah.

*cue the silly adolescent giggles*
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[User Picture]From: toxins
2008-03-21 09:00 pm (UTC)
Yes, BARF really schedules its people. I didn't know they lost all the buildings when they moved from Clearwater to Tampa.
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[User Picture]From: lowlandscot
2008-03-21 11:44 pm (UTC)
It made me want to track down the person responsible for the apostrophe and shake them. Hard.

I would think twice about your choice of words. We're talking about someone who writes down, in the line under the signature on his 1040, "vendor of sex toy's." Uh, toys.

BARF. We barely get the canine raw feeding enthusiasts to quit calling it the "Bones And Raw Food" diet and now this.
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From: faithellen
2008-03-25 12:08 pm (UTC)
One of the billboard companies down here has a generic sign it puts up whenever it can't sell space: Picture of a turtle, "Let your business out of it's shell!"

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