Thursday, August 26, 2010
There's No Place Like Florida
(copyright 2010, Dawn Weber)
Life is too short to live in Ohio.
Oh yes, I did - I went there, I said it. That's my quote, and I'm stickin' to it. You can use it, if you feel the same way. Just please send me some coin each time you do, so that I can save up and eventually move my frozen, landlocked, saggy-senior-citizen-ass out of here.
I love my fellow Buckeyes. Sorry for the cussing. I'm just a little crabby, you see, because God has thrown me down in the wrong state. Also, the other man in my life went and did it again: My husband made me come back from Florida. He always does. I try to run, to hide, to get away - but it's no use. That guy always finds me.
This last time, he spotted me on the rented condo's screened porch under a patio table, crouched amongst the little lizards.
"I don't want to go home...I don't want to go home...you can't make me!" I chanted, rocking myself.
To get me out of there, he used words like "unemployed," "destitute" and "childless." The big meaner. He's just concerned because he knows he's fighting a losing battle with me and my other love, Florida.
"Honey," he says, "I don't worry about losing you to another man. I worry about losing you to another state."
He better worry. Have you seen this place?
It was a freakin' Disney movie. I am pretty sure we found Nemo.
Now. Let's contrast these Pixar visuals with Ohio's scenery, which can be seen any given day on an I-71 drive from Columbus to Cincinnati.
A barn...some cows...a field. And look! Over there! A field...a barn...some cows. Repeat. Ad infinitum.
But wait! There's much more to us than barns and bovines. For at least six months, we also have either clouds, or snow, or both! Accompanying those, we have ice! Slush! Sleet! Freezing rain, hail, bone-chilling winds and blizzards!
Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Miami!
Okay, I know. I'm not fooling anyone. You can see what this all boils down to - I am done with Ohio's winters. Done. After 41 years here, I'm absolutely finished with snow.
I've also had it with snow scrapers, snow shovels, snow days, snowballs, snow squalls, snow tires, snow plows, snow drifts, snow emergencies...
For all I care, even the snowmen can melt in hell.
Yes, I can imagine what all my dear, much-loved, soon-to-be freezing fellow Buckeyes are probably thinking right about now:
"If you don't like it, Weber, then get the EFF outta here!"
I am working on it. There's a few things stopping me. Like pension plans. The kids' school. Affordable healthcare. Also reality, in conjunction with that meddling husband.
Someday, though, our youngest child will graduate, and we'll both retire. Pack up our Buick and head to the Sunshine State like the rest of the Blue Hairs.
Because after all, blue hair? Not so bad. Much better than blue lips.