March 05, 2007


Yesterday, we all packed up and headed out to Plant City, for the Florida Strawberry Festival... kind of a diversion, considering that it was the anniversary of my uncle's death. A festival for strawberries. I didn't really want to go, but I was hounded into it. Turned out not to be so bad, though I still can't see celebrating hairy berries. Other than hitting puberty. And that's kinda personal.

It is a really big thing, this berry festival. You wouldn't believe all of the folks cramming into this little town. The grounds were crammed and pissing me off, and the larger part of the crowd had yet to get there. Martina McBride was playing there that night, and when we left, cars were backed up to I-4. Hate to see some of the other nights... there were some very big names scheduled to play there over the week. All country music, though...

While my aunt hasn't said much, her mother is here, and she can't help but keep talking about finding my uncle dead in his chair. I suppose that's her way of dealing, but it does bug the fuck out of me. I don't really need to hear the events over and over. I'm just glad my aunt hasn't heard any of it.

The date of the exodus has been set... April 14. Joses makes his way out of Florgypt, back to the promised land. Things are cool here, and a little bit tense. Nervous, tense. Not angry, tense. I know that I've done more than many would, but I can't help but feel like I haven't helped enough. I kinda feel like I'm leaving her in the lurch. At least this time, she's got plenty of time to prepare. I just keep hearing the words of our polisher: "If something were to happen to you, we'd be back in the same spot as when Russ died. Have to start all over again. At least we'd know we could do it." I guess there's a bit of comfort in those last words...

Blogging probably will suck for the next month or so. Suck more than usual, that is. I'll be stuck in the shop late each night, so that I can spend a little bit of time on the weekends trying to see folks before I head out for good. Seeing old friends, and hopefully meeting some new. A chance to break away, too.

Peace out, peeps.

Posted by That 1 Guy at March 5, 2007 08:29 PM | TrackBack

You need a countdown timer in your sidebar:

Posted by: Harvey at March 6, 2007 12:16 AM

April 14th? Ok - we'll leave the light on.

But I'll only believe it when I see it........

Posted by: Tammi at March 6, 2007 06:27 AM

"Joses makes his way out of Florgypt, back to the promised land."

Just remember to pack the tablets, rod and staph... You'll be home in no time. :-)

Posted by: Richmond at March 6, 2007 07:20 AM

Time to stock the liquor cabinet and the garage fridge!

Posted by: Raging Mom at March 6, 2007 07:21 AM

Hot damn! Time tables are good. Maybe you can swing through Pennsylvania land on your way homeward . . .;)

Posted by: oddybobo at March 6, 2007 08:18 AM

I'm with Tammi. I'll believe it when i see it :P

I figure when you do show up you'll be driving a golf cart, with a goatee and complaining about the weather being too cold :)

Posted by: BloodSpite at March 6, 2007 09:50 AM

some years back when I lived in Lakeland and worked in Plant City I went to the festival every year..too old to fight the crowds now

Posted by: GUYK at March 9, 2007 10:46 AM

So, exactly where will you be parting the Red Sea? I think it's newsworthy and we should do a podcast on it. *grin*

Hope it all works out well for you.

Posted by: Teresa at March 9, 2007 05:17 PM