It’s chilly in Florida today. In fact, it’s been chilly since I came back from Colorado. Not chilly like it was there, but chilly for Florida. Like into the low 50’s or even the 40’s, God forbid. Cold enough to wear socks to bed. Because, I cannot get warm when my feet are ice cold, and if they don’t warm up within a half hour of shutting my light out, I have to wear socks. Like an old lady.

But then, I guess I am old, somewhat. 71, almost 72. So I don’t really give a shit if someone thinks I am an old lady for wearing socks to bed, and truth be told, who the fuck would know? Unless I told them, and the only person I told, I think, is Daniel. Who also wears socks to bed. So there.

Last night I was at his house. We watched hockey, The Tampa Bay Lightning, from 4 to about 7. Then I made a pbj for dinner and we put on the Tampa Bay Buccaneers football game, which is otherwise known in these parts as The Brady Show. Only last night did not go their way, they lost by a mile, and are out of the playoffs. Tom Brady did not put on a good show. (31-14 against the Dallas Cowboys.) Oh well. No 8^th ring for Tom Brady. Most of us think he should have stayed retired last February, because he definitely is not up to the kind of performance we are used to from him. I watched it til the 4^th quarter, and then it was painfully obvious that it was a losing proposition, and I went to bed.

I like football ok, but am not an avid fan, like I am of the Lightning. I would have watched the hockey game til the end, but the Bolts won it handily in 3 periods, 4-1 against the Seattle Kraken. So the Bolts started their 5 game road trip with two wins. They have 3 more games until they are home, I think.

I woke at about 6:15 this morning, absolutely starving. I had a few pieces of cut up fruit and then went back to bed. I curled up next to Daniel, and we both went back to sleep. Me until about 8:30, Dan til about 10:15 or so. So, as is our custom, we sit at the table in the kitchen and rehash the overnight news from our phones. Until this morning about 11:00 he realized it was Tuesday and he had to take his brother to the doctor, which is a weekly occurrence. This week it’s worse, he has to take him to another dr onThursday, and maybe on Friday, though Friday could be an appointment for Dan. Then he has to take his mother to an appointment on Monday.

He goes on all the dr appointments because neither his 96 year old mother or his 71 year old brother can hear, even if their hearing aids are on. So he listens to the drs, and then fills his brother/mother in on what the dr. said. His mother was told to get herself to a kidney dr, and she refuses to go. The dr told her it wasn’t optional, that she NEEDS to see the kidney dr. So, since she refuses, I’m taking a guess that kidney failure may be what does her in. Not that I’m hoping for it, but it seems like she was told vehemently to go, so I’m taking a guess her kidneys are not in good shape. I just hope she doesn’t

put herself in any pain from not going.

I left Dan’s around noon. I went to the grocery store, since I didn’t feel like I had any decent options for dinner at my house. I came home, put the stuff away, and decided to go sit on my back deck and read. I love reading out there, especially as the day winds down and I don’t have to deal with the sounds of construction from across the street, where they are building a 2-story home with a garage, filling almost the entire property with this house. A yard is non-existent here. The lot is about 3900 sq. ft, and the house takes most of it. The lot was sold for $101,000. Ridiculous for such a teeny, tiny lot. But the values here in Gulfport are crazy anyway.

As it was, it was too cool outside to sit out there long, so I came in and read. Fell asleep a couple times while doing so. Boring day, really. But it was nice to be home.

Tomorrow I am going to do reiki on a friend who has sciatica, something new to her. She is walking with a cane, so I know she is in some pain. Maybe reiki will help her. I hope so. It’s been a long while since I did it on anyone, because I was gone for so long to Colorado.

My grandson is so funny, speaking of Colorado. He learned so many things while I was there, like clapping, crawling up the stairs which gives every adult in the room a heart attack as we all leap up and try to bring him back down the stairs. He can’t walk, just crawl, but he is FAST. He also learned to play Peek-A-Boo, and it’s so funny. He covers one eye so he can still see you and where you are. He did it on Facetime with me, and put his hand up on his forehead, not covering his eyes. He also does a high-five. He’s so adorable, I love that baby so much.

Needless to say, I am looking quite forward to Florida weather returning here. But it will be awhile. Usually warms up in February. And many people, I know, would say “Count your blessings when it’s above 65° in January.” So with that in mind, I will be grateful I’m not in Colorado and that Florida is bound to warm up soon.

Love and light to all.

I’m still in cold and snowy Colorado. I’m certainly enjoying the time with the grands, and my son and his girlfriend, but honestly, I am ready to go home. I miss my life, I miss Dan, and my good friends in Gulfport. But it’s another week away, so I have been working to manifest good weather on January 10. I’m flying Southwest, and I’m hoping that they have all their problems resolved.

I’ve been staying in the basement, where there’s a spare bathroom, and a spare bedroom, laundry, etc. I’m sleeping on an airbed, because it’s much firmer than the extra bed and much easier on my back. Early this morning I heard my son running up and down the stairs. He made a lot of noise doing this, because he’s a big man. So I finally decided I might as well get up and go see what was going on.

Turns out my grandson had been vomiting for a couple hours, all over his mom, and his mom and dad’s bed. And he was not a happy guy. I’m just glad he didn’t throw up after I got up. My son, who had to go to work, was so nauseous from cleaning up that mess. They were both (Mom and Dad) exhausted. And I feel a little useless in this circumstance, because grandson isn’t comforted by me holding and rocking him. He just doesn’t know me well enough. Anyway, he was fine a couple hours later, though very tired.

Poor little guy. Just glad no one else caught it.

I’m flying home Tuesday, and it’s making me anxious. Denver airport is SO busy, the TSA lines are legendary. But I’m going to ask for wheelchair assistance because it’s way too far for me to walk. And I have TSA pre-check so hopefully the lines won’t be as long, and with a wheelchair I should get moved right along. Then fly for 4 hours, read and sleep. And I’ll be home. I am anxious to get home. I think I overstayed my visit. It would have been better to stay only 2 weeks, but that’s hard to do over Christmas. I wanted to beat the real holiday traffic so came here on the 15^th of December, and am returning Jan 10 (Tuesday), and I’m hoping all the people going home after the holiday have already gone.

I hate traveling by air. Hoping the plane leaves on time, not 6 hours late like when I came. I can deal with an hour, even two, but not6 hours. So wish me luck.

Since I’ve been here, Lucian, my grandson has learned to climb stairs, clap, play peek-a-boo interactively (meaning in return for us hiding our faces/eyes, he will then cover his eyes, well, one of them, and try to surprise us back. It’s so cute. It’s amazing to spend time with him, and watch him develop right in front of my eyes. Such a blessing.

While I love spending the time here and being with everyone, I am doubtful I would do it again, especially not in the winter. It’s just too cold and dry for me. My lips are ridiculously chapped, and my fingertips are cracked on the corners. I’m always cold here. I would feel better about the traveling if Dan were with me. It is what it is. Soon I’ll be home, and I can’t wait.

I’m trying to manifest a trip home that’s safe, and easy. If anyone wants to send some energy my way toward that end, I’d be so grateful. Love and light to all.