Turned 36 today. We’re still settling in to our new East Village house, so much of my birthday consisted of unpacking boxes and doing laundry, but I’m OK with that, as we now live in our dream house.
We were able to step away for an hour or so — sans baby — to grab some sushi at Seito, which was a nice break.
Tomorrow? More unpacking, perhaps a trip to Lowe’s, and a visit to the Farmers Market.
Hard to imagine you’re coming here for this kind of news, but I’ll pass it along anyway. Celebration is currently under a “boil water” alert due to a water main burst in Kissimmee.
For more information, visit the website of the company we buy water from.
The tree is missing, but don’t be sore.
The ice is gone, and Bloom is open once more.
Santa’s workshop has vanished, and the soap blowers are put into store.
Celebration downtown is once again returned to the residents… at least until July 4.
And while the tourists are fleet of feet,
we’re just happy there’s parking on Market Street.
I’m no poet.
In case you didn’t know it.
So long Christmas decorations, see you next Thanksgiving.
There are no fireworks for New Years Eve in Celebration for 2009. Just in case you happen to read this before heading over.
Update 2010-Jan-01 12:03: While there weren’t fireworks, it was still an enjoyable time. The Town Tavern featured a live musical act, and the company (hello, Chard family, Leah, Rory, Fitz, whoever I’m missing) were a delight. A fantastic — but not over-the-top — way to ring in the New Year.
This is my first Christmas in Florida in about 7 years, and my (Canadian) wife’s first ever. I’m starting to remember what a strange thing a Florida Christmas is.
Sure, we have a tree now, and Celebration is decorated to the nines, but: it’s not cold, there’s no snow (or even frost!), it doesn’t get dark at 4:30, we’re not wearing heavy clothes, and there aren’t any presents bought yet for under the tree. We watch the days tick down closer to Christmas and, while the Christmas spirit isn’t really here, the gift-giving obligations are.
All of this leads to Seasonal Shopping Stress Disorder, something I’m sure exists but may be called something else. I’m too lazy to research it on an iPhone. Ultimately, I can envision forcing myself to sit in front of Amazon to get ‘er done. Christmas has morphed from an exciting and festive time of year to a stressful logistical test. The saving grace will be our son. In a few short years he’ll be old enough to be excited about Christmas, and that will rub off on us.
The decorating the management company who manages the downtown area does helps some… nightly soapfalls, Santa visits, the Christmas tree, carriage rides, and the ice skating rink. But it’s the things I mentioned above, and family, that makes the holiday for me.
It’s 55 degrees and raining out, and yet there are people out frolicking in the soap snow on Market Street. Go figure.
In other news, I got some of the “snow” in my eye as I was walking to Thai Thani for dinner and it was less than pleasant. So let that be a lesson to those among you who were thinking of rubbing it in your eyes. It stings.
One of many great things about being back in central Florida instead of SE Pennsylvania is the proximity to Kennedy Space Center. With the Space Shuttle program wrapping up soon (only a few more launches!) we decided yesterday was a good chance to catch a launch.
So off to Cape Canaveral we went!
We were the second-to-last car allowed into the Jetty Park parking lot (if you don’t make it into that lot, it’s a looooong walk) and found a great little patch of grass to set out a blanket and baby on and chill as a family. Since it was an early afternoon launch, afterwards we stuck around the park for awhile and went for a nice walk on the beach. This had the added bonus of allowing the murderous post-launch traffic to die out some.
Hooray for spontaneous jaunts and close proximity!
I forgot that Michael Petrovich (mikepetrovichmusic.com) plays Imperium on Thursday nights. Mike is a gifted musician as well as a nice guy, so it’s worth your visit. There’s a nice crowd here, too, so it’s busy but not packed.
Why is it, in this electronic age, when I put a hold on a book in the Osceola County Library system, the only way they have to inform me that it’s available is to have a person hand-carry a piece of paper stating the same, to the tune of $.44?
