A Different Way

I put in my trusty earbuds, turned on Central Florida Public Radio (a BBC show was playing) and headed out into the wild this morning. It was a bold move. There are golf carts and people on bicycles out in the streets.

Painted driveways are common here. Ours isn’t but it probably will be someday. My wife wants the house to be presentable when it’s time for our children to sell it. Most designs are simple geometric patterns. Some are not.

I headed east from our humble abode until I came to the edge of the neighborhood, about a mile away. The speed limit increases to 35 mph on the edge. On edge roads, golf carts and bicycles have their own lane.

Florida does have hills. There just aren’t that many of them and they aren’t that high. Our house is at 84 feet above sea level. No worries unless an asteroid strikes and causes a 300 foot tsunami. It’s happened in movies so …

I walked up the hill. A serious biker (racing shirt on and all) zipped by me. He wasn’t going fast enough to ruffle my hair. In his mind he probably was though. I wouldn’t want to live on this road. Only the backs of houses face the road.

It was early enough that there was no one at the pool when I got to the top of the hill. Soon, when it’s warmer, people will be there at 9 AM. I noticed the day of the month was crossed out on the sign. The water is not 80F now.

The pool is half a mile from home. It’s where our mailbox is. I walked down another edge road for a bit and turned right then walked down a gentle hill on the return home. I new I was getting close when I went by this display house.

While it against the property owners association to have political signs in our yards, it’s fair game to decorate your garage. A sign that cannot be seen in this photo says, “If you’re a Democrat you’re a terrorist.” She seems nice.

I made it home safely. I didn’t get shot for taking the photo.

A day in the life. I probably should do some work.