‘TIS THE SEASON

Winter, spring, summer, autumn. Four seasons.

Would you believe there was the slightest “nip” in the air this morning? Wow, it’s definitely fall!   It’s not always easy to tell here in South Florida. The seasonal changes are subtle and this has a tremendous effect on your sense of timing and keeping track of when things happened.  I was about to tell you about it, at least those of you who don’t live in this neck of the tropics, when déjà vu set in.  Seems I had once posted about the subject three years ago. Well, I am sure there are many people who missed that posting and they are just dying to read it. I am here to please. Originally posted July 15, 2014

     Trust me, I am not complaining…just making an observation.  When you move from the northern regions of the United States to South Florida you lose some sense of timing since spring and fall are hardly noticeable here.  There is no exhilarating thrill each year when the first few warm days come along after a bitter cold winter.  There is an upside to this, of course: there is no bitter cold winter. South Floridians are also deprived of crocus or daffodils popping up out of the flowerbeds announcing spring.  Likewise, come autumn, there are no leaves to rake or a sudden rush to switch from shorts to long pants. Nope, there are none of these telltale signs of seasons changing.

Hence, once you’ve been living in South Florida for a few years you lose your sense of annual timing.  Trying to remember exactly when things took place in the past becomes a little blurry.  Up north it is easier to remember when things happened because they have the added element of season attached to them.

Meanwhile, I’ve noticed that this confusion about time has gotten even worse after I retired.  There is no alarm clock in my life anymore.  This alone has to be the grand prize you are awarded upon retirement.  But, as your days become less hectic and you have fewer things to do and appointments to meet, you begin to lose your sense of week.  It is not unusual for me to spend a long moment or two attempting to remember what day of the week it is.  Weekends, too, get lost since they’re now no different from the weekdays.

Thank goodness we still have night and day and I still know which is which.  I suppose that’s next to go given the fact I am sleeping less, awakening earlier and doing more things in the middle of the night…like writing this post at 2:30 in the morning.  The only saving grace is that night is dark and day is light.  When I can’t figure that out anymore I don’t suppose it will really matter.  At that point I probably won’t have a sense of anything.

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While I’m in the here & now, let me take a moment to wish everyone a happy Thanksgiving. I hope you have many things for which to be thankful. I, for one, am grateful my wife and I will be cruising for the holiday. If the wifi gods are kind, I may report in here from the Caribbean and share some pictures.   Otherwise, I will carry on when I return in a week.

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About Marc Kuhn

I am a retired radio exec. I've worked at major stations in Philadelphia, Washington, D.C. and Miami. That was then. This is now: I've published seven books and this blog thingy. Need to know more? Really? Okay, I bare/bear all at http://marckuhn.com The other links are for the websites of each of the books I've written. I've been busy! Hope you'll stop by and check them out. Thanks for your interest!
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