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I had a wonderful Memorial Day weekend with family and friends. I can’t express how overjoyed I was not not to have to drive 100 to 1,200 miles to be with loved ones.

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It’s No Fair

Take a Break

I have two close friends, and they both live 1,200 miles away. I have other friends, but none of them have gotten to know the deepest me, like those two. And, they stuck around anyway.

A week ago, one of them came from Chicago to visit me here in Florida. I’m taking a break (<-No pun intended) from the series about my husband’s broken feet. This post is a light-hearted look at some photos from my friend’s visit.

Almost Perfect

Where do those stairs lead to in the picture above? Are those minuets sticking up above them? Let’s climb to the top and see what’s beyond.

The Difference a Year Makes

Don’t Hate Me Because I’m Hot  was the name of my blog post one year ago. The first weekend in March, 2012 I went to the yearly Florida Art Festival in town and …whooo-wheee, was it ever hot.

Max (the dog), my husband and I went again this year, and brrrrrrr, was it ever cold. I’m from Chicago, so yes, I know cold weather.

For the day’s festivities I wore jeans, a t-shirt, a sweater over the shirt, and a heavy cardigan sweater over that sweater. I thought it would be enough for a cooler Florida day. It wasn’t. A whipping, icy wind came over the river, and I questioned if I’d traveled all the way back to Chicago.

You can click here to read about how hot it was last year. Photos of the river are posted there too.

To compare, below are photos of the patrons from each year. You may need to click on it to see the clothes better.

Don’t Hate Me Because I’m Hot

Did you think “hot” meant “beautiful.” Um, nope. I’m literally HOT!

I guess what I mean is, don’t hate me because I get to live in a HOT climate in the winter. I know a lot of people pine for a tropical setting this time of year. In all honesty, I AM grateful not to experience freezing temps, but I’m NOT glad about the HEAT! I guess you can call me “Goldylocks,” and not because I have golden locks.

Soooo … on Saturday I broke myself away from this addicting blog universe, and went to the yearly Art Fest downtown with my husband. We decided to take our dog, Max, with us.