Originally posted on January 2, 2010 :)
Mike, Henry and I are in central Florida, visiting Mike's parents, and
are having an excellent time. We arrived, exhausted, on New Years Eve. I
was fearful of a terrible flying experience just given the current
craziness of our airport security situation, but actually everything
wasn't bad. I particularly hate airport security in the winter. Where
we're from, at least, winter translates into wet, muddy puddles on the
floor from everyone's wet boots. And of course, at airport security, we
all have to take our shoes off, which I HATE. I normally love being
shoeless, but not with soaking wet socks in the middle of the airport.
And then we have the Henry factor, and traveling by air is a big fat wet
"Are we there yet, Mommy?"
"When are we going to be there, Mommy?"
"Is the plane landing yet, Mommy?"
"Is it time to be there yet, Mommy?"
It's too bad they don't sell valium in those little airplane drink bottles.
any rate, we arrived safely, and that's all that matters. We had a nice
new year celebration, and I went to Mass with my mother-in-law
yesterday to her local parish. There's definitely a dearth of
traditional Catholic churches down here. Well, actually, there aren't
that many Catholic churches here at all. I'm used to the northeast,
where the majority of the population is Catholic. There was much guitar
strumming and audience practicing of the responsorial psalm prior to
Mass beginning, but I can't complain. A girl with a beautiful voice sang
accompaniment, the priest had an awesome Irish accent, and the Mass was
lovely. I was just grateful to be there.
The only bad thing I've
experience so far is the climate. It's not new news that I just don't
like the climate here. The summer is excruciating, that goes without
saying. But even the winter is just...odd. The air still carries a
tremendous amount of moisture, and consequently it's all chilly and
damp. And my HAIR; my God, my hair. The moisture in the air is killer on
my hair. Did you ever see that episode of Friends where they
all go to a tropical island and in each scene, Monica's hair looks more
and more ridiculous? People keep asking her what's wrong with her hair,
and she keeps saying "it's the *humidity*!" That's me. Every time I look
in a mirror, I cringe. Even tied back in a bun or ponytail, little
strands manage to curl up and make my head look like a giant Q-tip. It's
bad, it's really bad.
Sigh. Tonight, Mike and I are going out to
dinner, which I'm excited about. We're having a great time, but I'll be
happy to get back to snow and single digit temperatures. Crazy, crazy
girl that I am.