My lovely friends (and all strangers traversing through),
Christmas done but the beautiful spirit should live on, right?
So even though it is cold in this sunny part o’ Florider,
I got warm wishes for you.
And I got plenty things to tell you about this here new place. I must gather me notes. In the meantime, take care o’ you. Eat good food, play a li’l bit, and look for beautiful things to fill you’ heart with.
Plenty love, neena.
My dear Friends and Visitors traversing through these pages,
Yessss! I start walking again.
Lean close, I got a li'l secret to share, I ain't want to offend the Florider people.
Y'know, without hyperbole or exaggeration or me being dramatical, I am telling you, Everywhere in this new place look just like Everywhere.
Every single house, shopping centre or strip mall or whatever they call them in Florider, look like copies of one another. Like they wuz 3-D printed from one machine. Lawns, plants, trees, flowers, shrubs. Same.
If it wasn't for them house numbers, I would still be walking, looking for this here house. I mighta been in Miami now, which is about two hours' drive away from here.
Ira Levin and Ray Bradbury woulda love this weird sameness; they woulda write strange stories about it.
Even them plastic Santas and reindeer lying down on them lawns, with all the air gone outta them, they look like each other. Between you and me, I think they drunk. I think the Grinch do Something to them. All o' them Grinches on them lawns is the only ones that ain't deflated. Every single Grinch is standing tall, grinning.
Anyway, I am finally finding back me writing mojo. And I ain't letting no Grinch teef it. I gon jook he with me sewing needle and watch he go pffffffft.
S'all for now, pals. Until I gather me notes good and proper to tell you about life in these parts, enjoy you' week. Eat well, take care of you, plenty lurve, neena.
