Tag: Life in South Florida
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Trivial Pursuits: What Would 1972 Me Think About My 2022 World?
Well, Dear Reader, here I am again, posting on A Certain Point of View, Too a mere two hours after posting another mini-memoir Tempus Fugit piece about my memories of the summer of 1972. In between then and now, I had a late brunch (two fried eggs, four slices of toasted bread, and three mugs…
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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 forecast…
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Tempus Fugit, Summer of 1972 Edition: Living in the ‘Here and Now’ in Sunny, Humid South Florida
“Time doesn’t really ‘march on’. It tends to tip-toe. There’s no parade. No stomping of boots to alert you to its passing. One day, you turn around and it is gone.” ― Heather Babcock This summer – this stiflingly hot, oft sad and depressing, and quite insane Summer of ’22 – is both my 59th…
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Tempus Fugit: Remembering the House at 1001 in Coral Estates Park
Half a century ago this week, in the Miami suburb of Westchester, my mother and I moved into the house we would call “home” for the next five years – a one-story, 1505 square foot, single-family house that sat on a 7,777 square foot lot: 1001 SW 102nd Avenue. Built in 1963, the house was…
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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 not…
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Tempus Fugit, or: That Endless Summer of 1972 – Transitions, Changes, and Memories
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in Acting Lessons, Acting Lessons (2018 Game), Adults-Only Games, Beatriz Diaz-Granados, Being a DIK (2020 Game), Blogging, Computer and Video Games, Dr. PinkCake (Game Designer), Family History, Jeronimo Diaz-Granados, Life in Bogota, Life in Florida, Life in Miami (1972-2016), Life in South Florida, Personal Thoughts, Summer in Florida, Things I Miss, Victoria Eugenia Pineros Restrepo (Vicky)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 you…
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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 metropolis…
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2,557 Days Redux
2,557 days. That’s how many days have passed since my mother, Beatriz Diaz-Granados, died at the age of 86 from a combination of age-related illnesses, including dementia, heart issues, and the effects of being confined to bed for half a decade after back surgery. She died around five in the morning; I’m sure the death…
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The Weight of Memory
Hi, there, Dear Reader. It is midday/early afternoon in Lithia, Florida, on Sunday, July 17, 2022. It is a hot summer day in the Tampa Bay area. Currently, the temperature is 87°F (30°C) under mostly sunny skies. With humidity at 78% and the wind blowing from the southeast at 7 MPH (12 KM/H), the heat…
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Tempus Fugit – Summer of 1972 Edition: Where Were You in ’72?
Hi, there, Dear Reader. It is afternoon in Lithia, Florida, on Saturday, June 25, 2022. It is a hot early summer day in the Tampa Bay area. Currently, the temperature is 85°F (30°C) under mostly cloudy skies. With humidity at 78% and the wind blowing from the north-northwest at 5 MPH (8 KM/H), the heat…
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