Thursday, February 25, 2010

Sunday was made for convertible Jeeps

The day didn't start out great.   I woke up at 530 and even for me that is early.   It was cool, and I had to get a sweatshirt to walk the dog. 

But it was cool and not cold.   This winter has been strange with iguanas raining from the trees and then disappearing from the face of central Broward county.  The curly tails that were migrating on to my little island have vanished as well.  They both may be back, there are some simple minded people that think that they're "helping nature" by feeding invasive species instead of letting nature take its natural course.

It started to warm up and by 10AM the windows were open on the house and I had stepped into the shower.  Classic Disco playing on the Sirius radio filtered through the breezes in the house and all was well with the sun coming up and not a cloud in the sky.  

I was standing in the shower toweling off and saw the sun in the yard glinting off the pool and I thought that this would be a great day for a drive in the Jeep with the top off.  

It was at this point that I realized that I would be getting my wish as the phone rang....

There was a call asking for help clearing a printer jam.   I tried to talk through the person on the other end and she just was not going to be able to do it.  There are things that people in their 70s can be expected to do but clearing printers out ... just won't happen will it?   So I tried getting in touch with someone else and it was to no avail and I got in the car and drove the couple-feet-short-of-ten mles to the office. 

No, literally a couple feet short of 10 miles.  If I take a different route home it is always over 10, normally it is just under 10 and in about 4 days, it comes up as 79.9 miles on the car.   Right at 4 gallons of unleaded to take me there too.   A Jeep Wrangler is not known to be gentle on gas and it is rated 15 City.  I get just a couple feet short of 19 miles to the gallon.   Literally... but we've been there before.

I went in, found the form jam was cleared and after a grumble and a call from my Aunt I had an excellent cheesesteak for lunch and headed out of the building.  Then it hit me - the sun that is.   It was brighter than it had been in weeks, and I knew that the roof of the car was evil and must be punished by being folded away for the couple-of-feet-short of 10 miles home.

The only thing left was my turning on the Armin van Buuren track from A State of Trance and headed home.  Absolutely GORGEOUS ride home.   This was why I moved to Florida, to be able to be in the sun in late February wearing shorts, a T shirt, and having the sun caress my light brown hair and make me feel right.

Like the old song said "Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy!  Sunshine in my eyes makes me cry.".

Thanks John Denver, you said it right.   I was driving home with a big silly grin down the street and feeling fine!

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high

Sunshine on a winter day in South Florida is excellent!


  1. I'm so jealous of you but then reading your posts I live vicarious thru you!I could almost feel the sun shining down on me too! LOL Oh well I'll have to wait until June for that!!!

  2. Thank you Pat, that is truly a wonderful complement! I'll try to keep a daily post up. The pump isn't dry yet but the water table is dropping.