Cooking the NYTimes and Other Assorted Retirement Activities

  I haven't been blogging much lately, taking out my frustrations and anger primarily at the political slice of our world through what I consider pithy comments on Instagram.  If you are so inclined, you can follow me at Bigtenmom2000, the moniker harkening back to the turn of this century when we had three collegians at three separate Big Ten (then only the Big 11) institutions of higher learning.  Their respective educations have proven to serve them relatively well, important I believe to point out since the value of certain fields of study is currently being raked through the coals.  Anyhow, enough about that. Over the past nine years that we have Snowbirded in Florida, our time has taken on a relatively distinct rhythm.  The earliest 6 weeks can be chilly by Florida standards, disappointing by a Snowbird's measure.  If you're parking your butt approximately 1400 miles south in a place advertising itself as the Sunshine State, you're expecting to see po...