You move to Florida, even in the northern part where I live, you pretty much take weather for granted. While it’s true we do have concerns during hurricane season, in our area we have been very lucky. Extreme weather events are rare here.
Until recently, we forgot what frozen felt like.
All that changed with this week’s weather. New Year’s was fun, but cold. When the temp drops into the 20s, you start to remember what real cold feels like.
When your HVAC system experiences sudden death, you really start to feel that real cold.
That’s what landed my husband and me at Wal-Mart late last night, in search of space heaters. “This is probably a fool’s errand,” I told him as we headed out. We did our best, but no one open at night had any heaters. By this morning, I felt sure no one in Jacksonville had any.
Every year I swear we will manage holidays better, and every year I fail. With Christmas approaching, our calendar is full of gigs, social events, and gatherings.
Most years we kick off Christmas on a quiet note. My husband and I decorate—well, I decorate and he assists with the hard stuff—and then we make coffee and a snack and walk around looking at our Christmas décor. We might watch a Christmas movie.
As a long time observer and chronicler of culture, I’ve often wondered how much farther pop culture can descend.
Courtesy of the mass entertainment complex, we’ve been subject to mishaps with a bra on a Super Bowl stage, the perpetual dehumanization of the individual purely for sexual purposes, and a positively reviewed big film that begins with a child’s torture. Recently news feeds also brought breaking news on a Victoria’s Secret model who fell on the runway, “but recovered.”
I ask you. What else could she do? It’s strange that we focus on content like this when so much else is going on around the world.
We’re also subject to political speeches at various concerts whereby entertainers tow their party’s line and lecture the rest of us about our own beliefs.