This Christmas Morning
It once was that Christmas Morning was early. As of 2013 and from now on I guess I'll be able to sleep in. Whatever Santa brought got here by way of Amazon Prime late last week.
The parking at the Malls has been crazy and I don't even care if I have to walk a lot. Just finding a space has been a challenge and to those folks that like to bird dog spaces of shoppers that are about to leave and feel entitled to block the road, a big lump of coal.
This morning it is in the low 70's. Last night I dreamt about fresh Cuban Bread toasted and flattened on la plancha with butter. The bread is about as far away from whole grain as possible and very airy until mashed down in one of those sandwich makers.
The Miami Herald was late. I could be an early morning hero, buy some bread and catch a few last minute items that were missed on the last trip to the market and get donuts for the late risers.
Publix gives their employees Christmas day off, and when I drove by Winn Dixie it was obvious they would not be opening until later. Even the Dunkin Donuts place was closed. What a difference a day makes. No problem finding a parking space this trip.
As I got home, a little disappointed, but in the Christmas Spirit, the guy who delivers the morning paper about 363 out of 365 days a year is coming out of my building. The twenty dollars in my pocket, probably won't buy a tank of gas, but I felt good handing it to him. The guy could have called in sick and I doubt he gets any tips from the folks that get their news online.
Merry Christmas from Florida!
The parking at the Malls has been crazy and I don't even care if I have to walk a lot. Just finding a space has been a challenge and to those folks that like to bird dog spaces of shoppers that are about to leave and feel entitled to block the road, a big lump of coal.
This morning it is in the low 70's. Last night I dreamt about fresh Cuban Bread toasted and flattened on la plancha with butter. The bread is about as far away from whole grain as possible and very airy until mashed down in one of those sandwich makers.
The Miami Herald was late. I could be an early morning hero, buy some bread and catch a few last minute items that were missed on the last trip to the market and get donuts for the late risers.
Publix gives their employees Christmas day off, and when I drove by Winn Dixie it was obvious they would not be opening until later. Even the Dunkin Donuts place was closed. What a difference a day makes. No problem finding a parking space this trip.
As I got home, a little disappointed, but in the Christmas Spirit, the guy who delivers the morning paper about 363 out of 365 days a year is coming out of my building. The twenty dollars in my pocket, probably won't buy a tank of gas, but I felt good handing it to him. The guy could have called in sick and I doubt he gets any tips from the folks that get their news online.
Merry Christmas from Florida!
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