Is there a group for recovering addicts, in particular for those poor sailor souls who are hung up on palm trees and tropical ocean breezes? Because over the weekend, as the white stuff piled up outside, blowing sideways in a definitely-not-the-least-bit-balmy force 8 breeze, I spent several hours trolling yachtworld, looking at sailboats I can never afford. Heck, even if the quintessential sailing vessel landed in my yard for free, I still couldn’t afford it.
My self hypnosis program, entitled ‘palm trees are for pansies, strong people shovel’, is failing me. I feel myself slipping, getting that ‘Florida feeling’, which is a terrible state, because, well, Florida is a terrible state. Still, there it is: a strong urge to flee the white stuff and fondle a coconut.
Maybe I should at least get my car heater fixed. Maybe then I’d be able to stay on the snow wagon?
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