Hi all! Your favorite Floridian here! Well, at least top 50, right? Maybe/definitely inside your good fortune 500 at least… right?
It's hot here in sunny (-er than it has any right to be) Florida, and I've come across a bright side to selling our house.
OK, it’s been three years. No one said I was perfect.
Yesterday and today (Saturday and Sunday) I was riding through the neighborhood, past single family homes that surround our block of townhouses. I noticed a number of folks doing yard work. I know there are people who enjoy yard work. There’s decent chance you’re one of those (uh-hum… incomprehensible) people. But if you were one of the folks I rode past this weekend, you’d have a hard time convincing me. In the blurred moments that passed riding by, I saw a lot of sweat-soaked brow mopping, grimacing, and I’ll say it: despair.
One thing you’ll never read on my lips (unless I’m joking): “Man, do I miss mowing the yard.”