Weekend Update for Sunday, August 14, 2022, or: What? Rain Again? Hey, It’s Just Florida in Summer…

“A person should always be willing to adjust for a rainy day. That was a good attitude in all of life, but was a reality to the way of life for those residing in Florida.” ― M. Reali-Elliott, Summer 20XX It’s early afternoon on a mid-August Sunday in the Tampa Bay area, and it’s notContinue reading “Weekend Update for Sunday, August 14, 2022, or: What? Rain Again? Hey, It’s Just Florida in Summer…”

Tempus Fugit – 1972 Edition, or: Musings on the Ephemeral, Imperfect, and Malleable Nature of Memory

“Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.” ― Guy de Maupassant As the Dog Days of Summer 2022 near their finale – they began on Sunday, July 3, and will end on Thursday – I am struck by the concepts of memory, howContinue reading “Tempus Fugit – 1972 Edition, or: Musings on the Ephemeral, Imperfect, and Malleable Nature of Memory”

Tempus Fugit – Dog Days of Summer 1972 Edition: Those Long, Hot Sundays of Yesteryear

It’s another scorching hot Sunday in the Tampa Bay area – outside, it’s mostly sunny and the temperature is 90°F/32°C, and the heat index is higher at 100°F/38°C. There is a huge clubhouse/pool complex that residents of the community have access to, but (a) I don’t like going there alone, and (b) the weather forecastContinue reading “Tempus Fugit – Dog Days of Summer 1972 Edition: Those Long, Hot Sundays of Yesteryear”

Tempus Fugit: Remembering the Dog Days of Summer – 1972 Edition

As the Dog Days of summer – July 3 to August 11 – draw ever nearer to an end (until, next year), I find myself trying to remember more details from my first summer in Florida after Mom and I returned from Bogota in mid-spring of 1972. Until this Golden Anniversary year, I had notContinue reading “Tempus Fugit: Remembering the Dog Days of Summer – 1972 Edition”

On Books & Reading, or: Slow Progress with My TBR List is the New Reality for Me

“I cannot live without books.”  ― Thomas Jefferson Well, it’s August 1, 2022, Dear Reader. Another month has receded in life’s rear-view mirror, while another begins. As you know, I have been a reader for as long as I can remember. Even though I was born at the tail end of the Baby Boom, andContinue reading “On Books & Reading, or: Slow Progress with My TBR List is the New Reality for Me”

Musings & Thoughts for Friday, July 29, 2022, or: Wait, Wait! Do You Mean to Tell Me that July is Almost Over?

“Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.” ― Yoko Ono So, here we are on Friday, July 29, 2022, on the last working day of the month and on the cusp of July’s lastContinue reading “Musings & Thoughts for Friday, July 29, 2022, or: Wait, Wait! Do You Mean to Tell Me that July is Almost Over?”

Tempus Fugit, or: That Endless Summer of 1972 – Transitions, Changes, and Memories

Tempus fugit. I am, as of late, preoccupied by the passage of time. Tempus fugit weighs heavily on my mind on this, my 50th consecutive summer since my mom, my older half-sister, and I moved back to the United States after living for six years in Bogota, Colombia. As you’ve probably noticed – if youContinue reading “Tempus Fugit, or: That Endless Summer of 1972 – Transitions, Changes, and Memories”

Tempus Fugit: July 1972, or: More Fragmented Memories from 50 Summers Ago

“Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.”― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones 50 summers ago, I was almost nine-and-a-half years old and getting accustomed to living in the hot, humid, and often rainy conditions in Miami after living for six years in the colder climate of Bogota, Colombia, a huge metropolisContinue reading “Tempus Fugit: July 1972, or: More Fragmented Memories from 50 Summers Ago”

Tempus Fugit: July of 1972, or: Things I Remember from Midsummer of ’72

Tempus Fugit. It’s hard to believe, but 50 Julys ago, I was a nine-year-old boy, living in South Florida with my widowed mother in a small apartment in Sweetwater far removed from the lifestyle – and the family we left behind – we had enjoyed in Bogota, Colombia. Four months earlier, less than a weekContinue reading “Tempus Fugit: July of 1972, or: Things I Remember from Midsummer of ’72”

Musings & Thoughts for Thursday, July 14, 2022, or: Watching Out for Amazon Packages on a Hot July Afternoon

Hi there, Dear Reader. It is midday in Lithia, Florida, on Thursday, July 14, 2022 (Bastille Day in France and its Overseas Departments). It is a steamy summer day in the Tampa Bay area. Currently, the temperature is 86°F (30°C) under mostly cloudy skies. With humidity at 75% and the wind blowing from the north-northeastContinue reading “Musings & Thoughts for Thursday, July 14, 2022, or: Watching Out for Amazon Packages on a Hot July Afternoon”