A Day in the Life....Of ME

Some years ago, I jumped on my Triumph in December and took a ride to the beach.  I sat in the sand in a pair of shorts thinking this isn’t right.  Now you may be scratching your heads thinking, there are no beaches in Pennsylvania, and December is normally pretty cold to ride a motorcycle and sit on a beach in shorts.  And you would be correct.  You see I had made a move to South West Florida and I was living with friends for a short period of time.

As I sat on the beach looking out at the ocean I realized I was from NEPA, and winter isn’t winter without snow, ice and cold temperatures.  So I made a decision right then and there to head back north and make this right.  Little did I know I was making things wrong.

OK, I will say I am glad I came back when I did.  If I didn’t I would not have the two most important things in my life.  I would not have reconnected with my wife (if you can’t figure this out, this was well before we were married.  In fact, it would be a couple of years before she came back to town.) and I would not have my dog.  I know, I know, you can all see through my veil attempt of deceit!  I’ll just say it….mostly my dog.  Who does not want that face in your life?

Now fast forward about….ummm….math…. nine years, and I really want that beach back.  I opened the back door this morning to let Oliver out to take care of his morning squirrel patrol and I see snow.  No big deal, it’s not a lot, it’s winter in NEPA.  I close the door and let him to his business while I go make coffee and my lunch.  He comes in, gets his morning snack for being a good squirrel dog and we go about our morning routine.  I leave for work and toss on my scarf and jump in my car.  Not overly cold out, or windy.  Just your average January day in NEPA. 

What does this have to do with anything you ask?  Well if you have read any of my blogs, you will know my thought process is all over the place. 

But I got to work and I am sitting in my chair, in my office, just like another day.  I was thinking who’s phone numbers I still need to get again.

SIDE BAR: Last weekend my phone deiced to delete all but 10 contacts from my phone.  I tried to use my contact backup app, but all that did was delete the 237 saved contacts and replace them with the 10 that were still in my phone. 

As I sit pondering numbers and eating my yogurt, I was reminded of a text conversation I had with my friend and his wife after I asked them through the glorious Facebook (yes sarcasms) for their numbers.  He sends me a photo of them at as tiki bar on a beach drinking Lager.  And the last time we talked they were at the same tiki bar.  Why are they at a tiki bar in January you ask? Because they live in FLORIDA! 

Do you see where this is going?  Did you put 2 and 2 together yet?  He is also one of the friends I lived with when I lived in Florida.   Good people!  He even gave me his room when I moved down there because I am allergic to cats, and they had a few cats in the house. 

So all of this clicked in my brain in a millisecond, and I thought I either need to move to Florida and stay for good, move to PDX (and I will never leave there again ((Best place on Earth)), or go on a good vacation!  Last year we went to Cancun on our Honey Moon and that was awesome.  I need that again.

Sun and heat in March, a fist full of Miami Vices and $5 room service! 

Where is the point?  There isn’t one.  I just ramble about what on my mind  The end.

That is all, carry on.