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Day Trippin’ To The Everglades

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Day Trippin’ To The Everglades

Yesterday we hopped in the car for a one-day summertime visit to the Everglades National Park.  That’s a five-hour trip down and another back from where we live in Central Florida.

My husband’s made many trips since he was a child; I’m still counting my visits on one hand.  Along for the adventure was my 20-something son, who can only be described as a novice nature adventurer.

Summer’s a great time to avoid tourists down there.  For some reason the oppressive heat and even more oppressive barrage of mosquitoes turns tourists off.  Not us.  With the help of DEET-fortified insecticide and bizarre headgear, we entered the sauna-like Mahagony Hammock and emerged unscathed.    Royal Palm was breezier and less buggy, but chock full of grinnin’ gators trolling for their next meal. 

Speaking of meals, we had a terrific Cuban lunch at Casavana in Homestead.  And no Glades trip would be complete without a stop at Robert Is Here, the produce stand extraordinaire.  Their fresh fruit smoothies and shakes are incredible.  The smoothies are only fruit and ice, sweetener optional.  Alas, no jackfruit!  We bought local mangoes, lychees, dragonfruit and some passion fruit curd.

Also for sale in this tropical marketplace, we found one unusual offering–firewood from Maggie Valley, North Carolina–another one of our  favorite places.

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Don’t Postpone Joy!

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Don’t Postpone Joy!

“Don’t Postpone Joy.”  Actually, those words were my late 90s creed, spelled out on a button I wore at least once a week.  Today the button’s stuck to the gray cubewall of my office.  Today it’s the work I can’t postpone. Joy seems to be on terminal hold in the workplace.

At a small but sucessful startup company I worked for at the dawn of this century, we routinely incorporated joy into our 12 hour-plus workdays.  After five we broke out the slushy green frozen margaritas or icy longnecks from our fully stocked fridge in back.  Snack trays appeared, sometimes dinner.  And we kept working.  Joyously. 

We even had a “Minister of Joy,” a fellow employee whose self-appointed job was to keep things fun.   What a joy it was to go to work!

Then we were acquired by a stodgy, stick-in-the-mud corporation, forcing joy out the door quicker than you can say “grande mocha latte” (formerly company provided).

Good old resilient joy quickly moved into my home, right where it should have been dwelling all along.   The trick will be not to put joy on pause too long or change the channel to despair.

Greetings from the Last Century

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Greetings from the Last Century

I’m a living fossil, a born-in-the-middle of the last century throwback.  If you’re reading this, chances you are too.

We’re too young to be so old.  Remember the words from that 70s Rare Earth song, “I just want to celebrate another day of living.” 

Celebrate like a Boomer. Crank up the music in the car and sing along.  We invented cool!