It was 64 degrees in Tampa this morning and everybody was saying how cold it is. Oh boy! After the last month of snow and ice (Cambridge got its December in March this year), I feel like running outside in my bathing suit!
On the flight down I sat next to a NH family also headed to visit relatives–mom and dad and three nice kids ranging from 5 to maybe 15. I had an aisle seat next to cute teen boy curly-mophead and his 30-something dad, who wearing the shaved-head “I am cool” look but not the “I am nobody’s dad” tattooed and pierced look. The dad told me that he and his wife had been to Florida 20 years before but this would be the first time for their kids. The kids were sharing a bunch of game-boys and walkman type electronics around. As we were landing the dad was telling his kids with great pleasure and pride, “Look–palm trees.”
And since this was just about what I’d been thinking myself–“Oh boy, Florida! Palm trees!” I felt old and young at the same time, but in general, just wonderful.