I know I said I was going to keep it light…..sometimes…but today there is a serious issue I must face. My tan has faded. I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking “why Lynn, you have been gone from Florida for 3 whole months I’m sure it was faded a long time ago” but I say NOT!! I actually have probably just a little color left. Like you know very little, enough that I don’t scream and run away when I look in the mirror. But it’s faded enough to know I don’t live in Florida…at the moment. So here’s what I think happens. When you visit the sunshine state from the north you get a “tan” but when you live there, as I did, with unlimited sunshine, unobstructed by the workday world, I believe your skin actually gets dyed. I was pretty dark as anyone who has seen me in the past couple years would agree. Our neighbor in the back here in Virginia always says she hates me when I’ve come for a visit, and when I first moved here she repeated that sentiment, that she hated me….temporarily of course. But now? She does not say she hates me. It is quite upsetting. Now I am one of them. Those northerners. I have reverted to my roots of “get that sun at any cost.”
I believe it was when I moved from the Moon Township apartment to the city that I asked my mom to store a couple of things. I sent down 2 beach chairs (since she is closer to the beach than Pittsburgh) and a bag of pictures that were hers and no one knows who they are and she can’t see to tell us and I can’t bring myself to throw out – so I gave them back to her. I’ve decided they belong in this house – her house. They are her pictures. Let someone else throw them out. Right? Well anyway, when I was here in September and headed back to Fla in October I grabbed one of the beach chairs and took it with me. Why, you ask, when I had one in storage? Not to mention Stephanie has several? Why did I grab another one? Nostalgia I guess. I remembered those beach chairs from long ago. The no bugging chairs. I called them the “no bugging chairs” when my boys were little as when I was sitting in one it meant “no bugging mom” – Jimmy recently told me that he always knew they were called “no bugging chairs” but had absolutely no idea what that meant. HA! Damn kids…Plus I took it as it’s easier to put up and down than the Costco one I have. Now it’s in Florida in storage. But I still have one left here and this is where I sat the other day:
It’s not the same. You just don’t get sun in these northern states like you do in the south. Zachary chided me the other day for calling Virginia the North. But really it is far north of Florida is it not? 800 some miles I believe based on my last trip. Well anyway so that’s a big deal in my life right now. No sun tan. But I have yet to wear makeup, although I believe I have worn mascara once or twice, I’m still not breaking out the big guns. I can’t. I just can’t
Let’s see, what else is earth shattering?.?. Well, there is the issue of these pink pants. In my past life I had to get them. I had a gift card to Chicos and they had these pink pants and they fit and they were comfortable and maybe on sale so I got them. But I have yet to know what to wear with them. I imagine I thought they would be appropriate for the type of weather that is going on down there in Florida now – cold, in the 60’s, but still Florida light color pink. I can’t wear them here, not now. First of all they’re pink. Second of all in the woods there is dirt and since my place is by the fire, like Cinderella, I am mostly full of soot at any given time and well that just wouldn’t suit a pair of pink pants. I do have some pink tops but that just makes me look toooo pink. I believe I have some white tops but again, Cinderella and all. So what should I do? I think I wore them to work once in Florida but I remember feeling like I had on sweats. At my job here, yes my job here I said, I have to wear khakis and a white shirt. No pink pants allowed. So, I need some ideas. And no at this point I am not ready to part with them. Because when I DO move back to Florida they are going to come in handy,,,,someday,,,,when it’s cold and I want to curl up on my new couch, in front of the TV, watching Game of Thrones.
I guess that’s it for today. I’m heading out to the chiropractor. Remember how I hated my chiropractor because they wanted me to come all the time? Well now I LOVE my chiropractor and I go three times a week. Do you know why I love them? Because they are taking me on pro-bono. Because I am poor. I love this county, and yes I mean county, not country. Not that I don’t love my country but it’s the “county” that is providing the services. I have a lot of giving back to do. I look forward to doing that soon.
Perhaps in my next post we will discuss being poor. One of these days I won’t be poor anymore so I might as well talk about it while I still am. Compare and contrast – right?