The North Wind Doth Blow--Even in Florida
We've been in Belleair Beach, FL since March 1. Since our arrival, the temperatures, on average, have been 10 degrees below normal.
So much so, that yesterday the spousal unit said, "I'm getting tired of wearing the same clothes," as in we brought a limited supply of what one would consider cold weather clothing since we anticipated it would be in the middle to upper 70s aka normal temps.
Putting this in perspective, 1. this is a first world problem and 2. at home, people are still wearing hats and gloves and scarves. They have moved from their sleeping bag coats to what the remainder of the world considers common winter coats because spring is (allegedly) on its way. The calendar says so. We've moved to daylight standard time.
Predominantly it's been sunny and the sun is very warm. However, the north wind has been gusty and, yes, it's cold. Weather forecasters here appear hesitant to say it's cold, especially since March is the Month of Spring Breakers. Chilly, they say, smiling nervously. And they're quick to remind viewers that February was really warm, small consolation to those of us who arrived on March 1.
We sometimes visited my parents (see previous post) in early March and would encounter these north winds that doth blow. My dad would sit in the lanai, 16 stories up from the beach, and gaze down at spring breakers in shorts and sandals, even when the skies were overcast and the temperatures well below average. "They should come back next week," he would pontificate. "The weather will be better then."
Small consolation for someone who plunked down hundreds of dollars for a plane ticket for their spring break week.
Making the most of the sunshine, I have a spot off the patio where a half wall shelters me from the north winds. Pulling my chair into an optimal position and lining it with a blanket, it has proved to be a great place to sit sheltered from those north winds. Life is good.
The forecast for the weekend is the 70s. Keep your fingers crossed.
And making the sunshine even brighter, my middle daughter, Maggie, her husband, Pete and, of course most importantly, my granddaughter Georgia are here. Georgia, 2, loves being outside. She seems to ignore the north winds that doth blow.
So much so, that yesterday the spousal unit said, "I'm getting tired of wearing the same clothes," as in we brought a limited supply of what one would consider cold weather clothing since we anticipated it would be in the middle to upper 70s aka normal temps.
Putting this in perspective, 1. this is a first world problem and 2. at home, people are still wearing hats and gloves and scarves. They have moved from their sleeping bag coats to what the remainder of the world considers common winter coats because spring is (allegedly) on its way. The calendar says so. We've moved to daylight standard time.
Predominantly it's been sunny and the sun is very warm. However, the north wind has been gusty and, yes, it's cold. Weather forecasters here appear hesitant to say it's cold, especially since March is the Month of Spring Breakers. Chilly, they say, smiling nervously. And they're quick to remind viewers that February was really warm, small consolation to those of us who arrived on March 1.
We sometimes visited my parents (see previous post) in early March and would encounter these north winds that doth blow. My dad would sit in the lanai, 16 stories up from the beach, and gaze down at spring breakers in shorts and sandals, even when the skies were overcast and the temperatures well below average. "They should come back next week," he would pontificate. "The weather will be better then."
Small consolation for someone who plunked down hundreds of dollars for a plane ticket for their spring break week.
Making the most of the sunshine, I have a spot off the patio where a half wall shelters me from the north winds. Pulling my chair into an optimal position and lining it with a blanket, it has proved to be a great place to sit sheltered from those north winds. Life is good.
The forecast for the weekend is the 70s. Keep your fingers crossed.
And making the sunshine even brighter, my middle daughter, Maggie, her husband, Pete and, of course most importantly, my granddaughter Georgia are here. Georgia, 2, loves being outside. She seems to ignore the north winds that doth blow.
Cooking:
Last Saturday we went on a scouting expedition to find the best place to purchase fresh fish. We asked the owner of the place we're renting, and he suggested Nachman's in Redington Shores. I recalled we had gone there last year, so we drove down and purchased some red grouper basically right off the boat. Here's the recipe I used to make our fresh catch that we didn't catch ourselves.
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