The Gospel of Abacoa
Given Amber's last post, the previous ones about Hudson, and the obvious (Hurricane Wilma), my blogging has slipped considerably. But enough with excuses, onward ho.
In the wake of Wilma, I've had a little mini-vacation from work. Yesterday we were hunkered down (for the third time in a little over a year - this is getting to be a little too routine) and today we just did stuff around the house. We've moved into our new townhouse which is an incredible tank of a place. Narry a shred of damage from the storm. Our power was restored literally 15 minutes after the winds died down. This is significant given there are still 690,000 FP&L customers without power in Palm Beach County. This afternoon, Brant and I were playing football with our kids at one of our local fine greenspaces in perfect 75 degree weather. I felt a little guilty...well not really.
I've poked a lot of fun about our new neighborhood in the past. It's new urbanism at its finest, and people swarm to live here for the benefits. Even though I'm so thoroughly converted to the ways of Abacoa, I still reserve the right to poke fun. Brant and I were joking today, what if you rewrote the New Testament from a Abacoan perspective:
"For I was hungry, and you let me take your old BBQ grill that you left out for the trash man and didn't even call the cops on me. I was thirsty, and the barista gave me your venti soy pumpkin spice latte that you ordered but forgot that you wanted it decaf. I was a stranger and you invited me into your garage to look at your new Harley but seemed hesitant to bring me into your kitchen for a beer so I left. I was naked, and you donated to Goodwill for a tax receipt your old Izod Lacoste shirts with the holes in the armpits you wore while mowing your zero lot-line palace. They only cost me $3 each."
"For the wages of sin is forfeiting the sick equity you would have earned on your pre-construction house because, between the Hummer you just bought and the 12 maxed out Visa cards in your name, your credit is shot."
"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. The new Target store just opened and they have some sweet sales going on."
In the wake of Wilma, I've had a little mini-vacation from work. Yesterday we were hunkered down (for the third time in a little over a year - this is getting to be a little too routine) and today we just did stuff around the house. We've moved into our new townhouse which is an incredible tank of a place. Narry a shred of damage from the storm. Our power was restored literally 15 minutes after the winds died down. This is significant given there are still 690,000 FP&L customers without power in Palm Beach County. This afternoon, Brant and I were playing football with our kids at one of our local fine greenspaces in perfect 75 degree weather. I felt a little guilty...well not really.
I've poked a lot of fun about our new neighborhood in the past. It's new urbanism at its finest, and people swarm to live here for the benefits. Even though I'm so thoroughly converted to the ways of Abacoa, I still reserve the right to poke fun. Brant and I were joking today, what if you rewrote the New Testament from a Abacoan perspective:
"For I was hungry, and you let me take your old BBQ grill that you left out for the trash man and didn't even call the cops on me. I was thirsty, and the barista gave me your venti soy pumpkin spice latte that you ordered but forgot that you wanted it decaf. I was a stranger and you invited me into your garage to look at your new Harley but seemed hesitant to bring me into your kitchen for a beer so I left. I was naked, and you donated to Goodwill for a tax receipt your old Izod Lacoste shirts with the holes in the armpits you wore while mowing your zero lot-line palace. They only cost me $3 each."
"For the wages of sin is forfeiting the sick equity you would have earned on your pre-construction house because, between the Hummer you just bought and the 12 maxed out Visa cards in your name, your credit is shot."
"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. The new Target store just opened and they have some sweet sales going on."
posted by Mike Bishop at 8:49 PM
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