Home Sweet Home.

One word: Ahhhhhh

I'm back in Florida after spending some time up in Washington DC. I learned a few things while I was up there.

• I do not want to live there.
• People are not friendly, for the most part.
• While standing on an escalator, stay on the right – NO matter what.
• It's every man/woman for him/herself.
• The changing of the seasons is nice.
• Freezing rain is not.
• Trader Joe's is a fantastic grocery store.
• Getting around on public transit is a good thing, people watching on it is even better.
• I REALLY do NOT want to live there.

Dating is no different than here. I met the usual complement of men with issues. Some married/separated and claiming to be single even though they live with their ex's. I realize that this economy is tough to support two households, just don't lie about it.

I dated a man with whom I had much in common – similar career, he had a nice motorcycle, had his proverbial stuff together, and yet.... while he said I was an amazing woman I was just not enough to stimulate him. Not enough, as in not FAT enough. Yup, he likes REALLY big women. I've never been told I was too skinny – go figure.

So, I am back. Getting back into the groove of my life. Reconnecting with friends. Reclaiming my back yard from the tropical jungle (apparently the lawn guy I hired while I was away has a different opinion of what it means to mow the lawn and trim stuff up – I fired him today) Time to wash the vehicle and polish up my motorcycle. I need to get some color on my glaringly white body. Time for the holidays and visiting with family.