I am not a fan of hot weather. So, what pray tell am I doing with a beach house in FL, and why am I down at the end of June when it’s so hot and the heat index makes it so much worse???
My husband is a wuss. He is a bit obsessive about his health, and tend to whine. I am a stoic, so I am less than sympathetic. He told me he thought he had a blood clot in his leg. I really didn’t think he did, so I dragged him to one of those free standing medical aid places, and the doctor said he didn’t have a clot. I knew it!!!
Turned out the doc was wrong. He had one from his ankle to knee. He had to be on a blood thinner for months. He had 3 mini strokes; he was in the hospital all the time. One doctor was afraid he might have stomach cancer. I was scared to death, freaking out, and very guilty about not believing him.. We went down to Clearwater for the Phillies pre-season games that year, as we have for many years
So there we were in Florida for the games, paying a fortune at the Clearwater Hilton. I honestly thought this might be it. Someone suggested we buy a mobile home, so we picked out the ugliest one available.
He did not die, he did not have cancer and now we have this house in what seems to be the Devil’s Waiting Room. I am very glad he is alive, but my favorite season is fall, and then winter. The seasons here are Hot, Hotter, Hottest and Slightly Less Hot. I may be hot here, but I am glad I still have The Big Guy. Oh, and the house looks much better without the cigar stains on the walls.
More on that later.