Florida, Day One:
It amazes me that there is life here, that everything doesn’t shrivel and burn up. One moves from air-conditioned space to air-conditioned space, in heavily air-conditioned vehicles. Since arriving this morning I dipped my little Chrissy in the Gulf, had my first grouper sandwich–blackened and grilled, and accompanied by a dozen oysters–and now am reclining with my expanding belly and my siblings in the cottage, most of them, anyway, their offspring, our parental units, and our friend Vicky. The prime directive for the next few days will involve the gentle blending of my farmer tan with the vast white spaces of my body suddenly thrust into daylight.
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