I've disabused myself of the notion that Hell is hot. No... Hell is in Michigan. (True, actually.) Anywhere water isn't suitable for swimming, boating, water-skiing, scuba-diving, and snorkeling ... where it's a solid and causes folks to slip and fall on their ass ... is Hell. Damn Persephone and her annual libidinous visits to Lucifer!!
Yes, I'm completely aware of the fact that snow should only be visited or viewed from poolside on mountain-tops. Or served in a cone with sweet syrup! Such a fact is obvious to anyone with a functioning brain and tanning genes. I should NOT be required to go out and freeze my aged ass off while pushing around some noisy snow-blower every blessed time the sky vomits on us here in Dumbfuckistan!
I EARNED the right to enjoy California! {sigh} and I miss it and my friends there terribly. 
However... a fella's gotta do what a fella's gotta do. As an "only child" and 'conveniently single,' I had no conscionable choice other than to return and become an assisted-living caregiver for my mother who'd succumbed to the death of her fourth husband ... widowed a second time ... and could no longer live by herself safely. That was back in 2002-2003. She died in 2009 ... with nearly eight more years living with a quality of life that allowed her to do those things she enjoyed the most (except for drinking and sex). That pretty much put a lid on my aspirations to live in warm climes ... obliterating my already fragile financial condition. So, now I live each day counting my blessings ... grateful to be alive even after everyone in my family has died. Except for a few cousins with whom I've had little interaction in my life... and a half-sister who doesn't know me ... I look around wondering if my soul-mate will ever find me. I keep my eyes open and my family jewels polished. 
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