Relative Something

It is with mixed emotions that I report my departure from our incredibly beautiful snow-filled landscape today, as Cyndie and I are traveling with our good friends, Mike and Barb, to visit the Florida home of Cyndie’s parents. It is a chore that must be done, and I do have it in me to address such difficult tasks while maintaining a sense of decorum. I will refrain from kicking and screaming as I am dragged onto the plane in my shorts and sandals, and I will take it like a gentleman. I will quietly read my paper, leaning back in the seat, while the pilot does all the work and everyone at my day-job continues the usual Friday grind without me.

Do not weep for me as I bask in the Florida sunshine, laughing with friends and eating well. Go ahead and let it snow back home, every day I am gone. I will NOT be shoveling snow this weekend. Hah! No snow shoveling. That’s a REALLY good thing because after just having done so last night again, I can’t imagine where I would put any more snow if I were here to do the shoveling. I’m hoping the piles will settle a little during my absence so that it won’t be too hard to manage the project which I’m sure will be waiting for me upon our return. If we return. I may choose to repeatedly volunteer to be bumped from the return flight we have booked.

I told the folks at work that I may have to take a return flight that has a layover… in Portugal!