Almost two weeks ago I left home to be with my sick father.
The longest amount of time I’ve been away from my bed since – heck — I can’t even remember. Summer camp?
These two weeks camped out in Central Florida I learned many important things.
– I found a preferred Target in the greater Orlando area. These last few days I’ve actually Target-hopped. Truly embarrassing.
– My mother and I share an inability to resist sesame sticks. (The big fat, flat kind.) They are our Kryptonite.
– The University of Florida can play as horrid a game as they did against South Carolina in The Swamp November 2010. At least this time I didn’t waste money on tickets.
– You can exist in a warm climate with only flip flops and cowboy boots for shoes. But I will never, ever go anywhere overnight without a pair of athletic shoes ever again. I don’t know what was worse, the 5 miles I ran in flip flops or the three in harness Fryes?
– The sound of an owl hoo-hoo-hooing at night is not soothing. It’s really, really creepy. They look so cute. Deceiving boogers.
– Looks like it will be gray and rainy day in the Sunshine State for my father’s funeral. Seems it is always gray and rainy at funerals of those I love.
Yes, I’ve learned so much these last few weeks — almost Freudian really – but I’m ready to head home.
Think I’ll stop by my preferred Publix for a stash of sesame sticks as I head out of town.