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Postal Delivery in Paradise

Living in South Florida is like living in Paradise.  I’ve read articles, watched TV commercials and TV shows, and even read posts, praising the wonders and excellent style of living one can experience if one lived in Hawaii.  It’s almost like there is a competition going on between the two.

So, I will not compete; I will just talk about my “Paradise” here in Florida, and let others rant about the differences (whatever they may be).

I, and so many other residents here (and wishful thinkers), can extol the benefits of living in the sub-tropical zone.  Let it be said that living here is more than:  colorful, exotic birds; greenery and flowers all year; lots of outdoor entertainment; swimming; sunbathing; surfing; sand and beach; patio parties; palm trees; etc.  It is essentially a wonderful style of living; one, it is said, that promotes longevity.

Of course, there is the weather.  There are hardly any days during the year when we don’t experience sun; if not all day, at least a good part of the day.  Then, there is the rain.  As of late, we have had afternoons and into the evenings and nights, when the rains came down in buckets.  Naturally, there was the accompaniment of the lightning and thunderclaps that rocked the house, and also, sometimes, cut out the electricity – sometimes momentarily; sometimes for quite a while (but rarely).  Yesterday was a particularly disturbing torrent; so much so, that I didn’t even go out to check my mailbox.

This morning was a bright, gorgeous clear blue sky with just some lovely, soft, cottony clouds.  Ideal to open the door, walk out, sniff in the clean air (ahhh), breathe out slowly, walk down the driveway and check the mailbox.

Mailbox 1

The rain did a good job.  My mailbox is so clean and WHITE!  Great.  That’s one of the benefits of living here – don’t have to clean the mailbox too often – the rain does an excellent job!  Same for the car!

So, I opened my nice, clean mailbox.

What?  That envelope doesn't look so good.

What? That envelope doesn’t look so good.

I went into the house, and got my camera.  It really was a very bad storm yesterday.  (In the meantime, I also grabbed a Sharpie to cross out my name and address.)

Ugh!  This doesn't look good.  Didn't feel too good, either.

Ugh! This doesn’t look good. Didn’t feel too good, either.

Fortunately, it was only junk mail.  What if it was really important mail?  I don’t want to go there.

Welcome to my Paradise!


3 Smiles on My Face

Gorgeous winter day in South Florida.  Slight wisps of white clouds, and the blue is a perfect baby blue.

Inside today, catching up on chores that have been waiting a long time.  Love to clean out closets and cabinets – yes, I really mean it.  A great sense of satisfaction after the job is done; in fact, I keep looking for more things to throw out.  I get in to a “getting rid of things I don’t need anymore” mode and truthfully, I am disappointed that I can’t find anything more with which to fill my garbage pail!

The disappointed feeling  didn’t last very long.

Something on the TV caught my ear as I walked into the kitchen (I usually keep it on even when not in the room).  Treehouse Masters.  On Animal Planet, of all places!

treehouse masters

I’ve seen Pete Nelson’s amazing treehouses before, but this day, I was taken all over the US – California, Ohio, Upstate NY, Manhattan, and even Alaska!  This guy is a veritable “globetrotter” in the States.  He’s from Washington State – a real “down homebody” kind of guy.  Loved my trip!

brewery treehousebrewery treehouse 2

Above is the interior of a “brewery tree house” he designed and built for a family where they could brew their own beer.  His vision for them was a house that resembled a church.

Below is the tree house built and owned by a homesteader in Alaska – very crude, but strongly built.  No design – just used nails and a gas-powered saw.

alaska treehouse

The guy, a helicopter pilot, brought Pete to his house (he hadn’t been there in 7 months), hoping it would still be there, considering the weather in the Alaskan wilderness.  It needed a new part to the smokestack of his woodburning stove inside the tree house.  It was a tricky and dangerous job, but Pete managed, without getting killed.