Being in Florida is all about becoming physical again, shaking the winter from your pasty white shoulders and just diving into the viscera and sweat of everyday life.
We had perfect weather all three days, and the best accomodations, as we were staying with the Monkeys-in-Law. We swam, ran along the bay, ate, lolled, read magazines like it was our job. Other highlights were:
We also saw Harrison's Flowers, a pretty brutal flick about the Balkan conflict (framed by a completely ridiculous story about a very selfish American woman).
Little by little my original experience of Sarasota----home of my alma mater, land of sensuality, drugs, poverty, intellectual rigor, eccentricity, expansive exploding great times and hard work----is being replaced by current one: the gentle boring uber-caucasian weekends we spend with the in-laws. That's OK, I guess. I used to view their wealth with equal parts revulsion and envy. But now it's just a fact of life, it's a big mountain in the distance. And my mind is turning toward thoughts like, "They will make excellent grandparents". And they will--they will be the kind of grandparents who will give our future space-kid a savings bond and take them to nice restaurants, but maybe we will only see them twice a year so they will be a little distant emotionally. Meanwhile, my family will be in the kid's face, making the kid crazy but socialized.
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