I realized yesterday that I owe the citizens of Florida a huge apology. I can't keep it a secret any longer. I must confess. I think all these hurricanes that have been blasting the state are my fault. Before you start throwing eggs at my journal allow me to explain.
I grew up in Florida. Well, at least my formative years were spent there. We moved there from Pennsylvania when I was about three years old. We returned to Pennsylvania when I was in 6th grade. I haven't been back there since. It's been at least 25 years now. While I was in the Army, my father moved to Florida. I had intended to live with him when I got out of the Army so that I would be in close proximity to my boyfriend who was still stationed at Fort Bragg. The relationship with said boyfriend fell apart and I decided to stay in Texas. I'm not really sure why or how but I haven't seen my father since my brother's wedding in Springfield, Illinois some 16 or 17 years ago. I decided at the beginning of this year that I would take one of my vacations this year and go see him in Florida. I received my two remaining approved vacation requests yesterday and that's when it dawned on me that maybe it was my fault Florida has been assaulted so violently by Mother Nature. She's glad I left and doesn't want me to return. I say the heck with her! When have I ever paid attention to my own mother? I'm coming anyhow. I just need to decide whether I will be there in November or December. I'm leaning towards December. Isn't hurricane season over by then?
Disclaimer: Picture is unrelated to entry. It's from my recent trip to Illinois. Picture was taken at sunset on a river whose name I forget.