Greetings from the Sunshine State. I am completing my annual pilgrimage to Florida's gulf coast, where I attend a black-tie dinner every year (except for the COVID-interrupted 2021 gala). Some may consider it madness to hop a flight, rent a car and stay in a hotel all for the sake of a dinner event, but no one has ever accused me of being sane. I've been doing this for nigh on 35 years.
And it's nice to get a sense of what post-COVID life can be like, although there are still face masks present (and required on the airlines). The weather has been Florida "standard:" sunny, highs in the 80s and lows in the 60s.
WATER. The standard, accepted definition of water is, "A colorless, odorless, tasteless liquid." Except in Florida. Every time I come I am reminded that I am in central Florida because the water smells and tastes like sulfur. Long-time residents don't seem to notice, but it always strikes me that water pretty much everywhere else adheres to the definition. Ugh. Even many Florida residents get bottled water for drinking. I drink a lot of water...
So, it's Sunday. As posted elsewhere, I escaped my trip without buying anything guitar-related, but did spend a nice hour or so at a nifty guitar shop in St. Petersburg. I paid a visit to my father's grave, ate lunch at my favorite seafood place, and took a break from winter and work. That all ends tomorrow.
How was your week, and do you have anything lined up in the coming days?