Kelly In Catty

This blog is Kell's attempt to keep in touch with friends far away who complain that I don't e-mail nearly enough.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Winter Break

I spent less than 24 hours in Florida earlier this week... I wasn't looking forward to it - as I had a lot to do, very little time to do it, was travelling with a person who liked chain restaurants (I like local places when I travel.), and knew I wasn't going to be able to look at the ocean.

In reality, I did see the Atlantic - but only from an airplane. Here are a few photos of orange picking (This morning, I had a grapefruit that I personally picked for breakfast - which is cool), the ant colony I stepped on (see below for details), and some crazy old houses. I also met Sally Chapman, who's grandfather was George Putnam, the publisher. Years ago, he fell in love and eventually married Amelia Airhart. (Sally Putnam Chapman wrote a book about it called Whistled Like A Bird, available at

Sorry for the short post - I'm just swamped... But I hope you northerners enjoy sharing my little bit of Florida Sunshine with me.

BTW - I've spared you the photo of my swollen, polka-dotted, ant-bitten ankle. You don't even have to thank me! I don't even want to look at it... Just know it looks worse than it feels (the actual attack wasn't horrible either. I was just reminded of how sticky ants are - and how difficult it was to wipe them off my leg... and then how difficult it was to further get them off my wrist... Don't you feel sorry for me?!!

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  • At 8:07 AM, Anonymous Katie said…

    Ahhh sunshine.....amazing.

  • At 11:24 AM, Blogger Sarabeth said…

    Mmmm, my home state. I do miss it at times.

  • At 8:14 PM, Blogger kimmmmm said…

    As someone who has flown south for the winter thus far, isn't it nice/odd to be in the warm weather in January? I always say to myself, 'I need four seasons', but after spending the majority of January in 70 degree weather, I'm not sure I do anymore.

  • At 6:08 AM, Blogger Kell said…

    I used to try to fly somewhere sunny every February - and it was always odd, say, to leave somewhere like Port Au Prince in 78-degree weather, with all the Haitian chaos (think - no traffic signs) and then drive home from JFK in 32-degrees with nothing BUT traffic signs... Only to drive home and find my outdoor cat (for some reason) lying on the side of the road... She wasn't dead or even wounded/injured. She was just enjoying the night air...


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