SWFL Journal (November/December 2020)
I feel like I have so much extra time today—Bye, bye daylight saving time. I think I’ll use it constructively … building sandcastles at the beach.
It’s finally Election Day! There’s a lot of tension in the air, even along the laid-back Gulf Coast. We all need to vote, chill and go to the tiki bar.
A nice long walk around the neighborhood this morning. All those political yard signs are looking a little worse for the wear.
Paddleboarding is harder than it looks. Just sayin’ …
Still sore from my little paddleboarding excursion. But what a nice way to enjoy the bay. Yes, I’ll try it again and hope for more time on the board, less in the water.
I’ve been putting it off, but the menu planning has to begin. The big turkey day is right around the corner. Seems like a good year to go traditional—stuffing, potatoes, green beans, cranberries and, definitely, pumpkin pie.
Well, after further thought, Key lime pie, too.
Hmm, I just noticed a shelf that I missed during my crazy coronavirus cleaning frenzy. I better get busy.
What I found on my hidden shelf: old tax returns, unlabeled CDs, a DVD of Forrest Gump and my first-ever journal entry in the first-ever issue of this magazine 25 YEARS AGO! Wow, hard to believe, but it’s been a quarter century of publishing. Well done, TOTI Media.
The turkey is gone. Glittery tinsel and sparkling lights came to life overnight. Now on to what is shaping up to be a most unusual holiday season.
Gift list? Check. Wallet? Check. Sanitizer? Check. Face mask? Check. Ready to shop locally? You bet.
A lot of browsing this week—from Estero to Cape Coral to Sanibel. It’s a relief to see many local retailers thriving in the midst of chaos.
The tiniest little nip in the air made me think hot cuppa, comfy couch and A Christmas Story.
Even Santa’s elves are doing their part. I just saw a pack of them, all adorned with festive face masks.
Good riddance to 2020. Could it have been any worse? Let’s all move into the new year with higher hopes.