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So much has happened since last post, I can’t think where to start. This episode really begins with the Key West trip, so let’s start there.
Pero primero (but first), the really big news: Winston has 99.9% recovered from heatstroke. When I left for Key West 10 June, he was like a little old man. He slept all the time, moved very slowly, pretty much “fell” down rather than laid down. It was very sad for all of us. He was alive and seemed happy, not in pain, but not himself. Even so, we were thrilled with . . . → Read More About On the Master Plan
With a nice long stop in Miami to SHOP. (Long as in maybe an hour, until I go into sensory overload.) But, baby, oh baby: this is livin’! I’m probably only going to buy guitar strings for Mo and a salad spinner, but, hey, walking in those Ginormous Stores featuring an Overload of Stuff is fun for a minute! How could I drive through Miami without stopping? I don’t think it’s possible.
Just got my rental car from Avis, breakfast with Pen, then drive to Miami, shop, visit Sandford in the hospital, then head to FLL to fly home . . . → Read More About Heading Home
I’m in Key West right now, chillin’. Yep, chillin’ in 90 degree heat. I had planned to come up the 2nd week of May, to check on the properties I manage, see about adding rentals to that corral, to chill. I had a ticket paid for and everything. Then I got kinda busy coming out of a coma and had to cancel.
It’s actually good I didn’t come then because . . . → Read More About Key-Zen
"In America, you'll get food to eat. Don't have to run through the jungle and scuff up your feet. You'll just sing about Jesus and drink wine all day. It's great to be an American." – from Sail Away, Randy Newman's clever slave-trade ditty
All true, so far. We're here in the good ole U.S. of A. Hal's mom was not well (she's better now), Spirit Air had tickets for $250 each = a good time to see what's up here. I guess the USA is still the same… . . . → Read More About In America
This morning, I had to admit to Hal that my homesickness has ratcheted up a notch lately. A big notch. So much so that, in my mind, I unconsciously find myself adding "when we go back" to the end of my thoughts. Unconsciously, until this morning when I heard my thoughts loud and clear. It stopped me in my tracks. Why was my mind going there? Why am I so homesick all of a sudden?
Consciously, I don’t want to go back. Our lives are good here. We are comfortable, we know people, we get around, we love the . . . → Read More About Wrong Question
My friend Trixie in Key West wrote to me this morning. She is a world-traveler, lately fixated on India and immediate surrounds. We are certain she was an Indian princess in a past life. If there is such a thing. As a past life.
She so enjoys her adventures. But, sadly, last week she returned from a trip to find that HER very lovely home in a very nice Key West neighborhood (that she bought with my help for a very good price) had been successfully burglarized:
Dear S.,
I unfortunately . . . → Read More About Cayo Hueso Loses Rosy Glow…
A few years ago, when Hal was a golf fanatic, he and I were enjoying a very romantic dinner, candlelight, moonlight, French cuisine served by Chef Correa, on a lovely open air porch in Key West. We were laughing and chatting, very romantic. Then I did the girl thing. I said, "Honey, I know you love me, but I don’t know your wants, your goals, your dreams. What are they?" Without missing a beat, in all seriousness, like a proposal, he replied, "I wanna break 80."
He said it so fast, with such enthusiasm, it was like . . . → Read More About Breakin’ 80
Rumor has it I’m dead. Or flown the coop. Or fallen and can’t get up. Taken the money and run. (Been there, done that.) My friend Jan called, Paul called. There was even 15 minutes of discussion amongst the esteemed members of the Costa Rica Living Yahoo Group pondering my whereabouts. Wow. When I was 20, fame was being married to Sean Penn, dressing for the Oscars and living in Malibu. Now 15 minutes on an obscure Yahoo group dedicated to living in a developing nation floats my boat. Yahoo indeed.
But nothing . . . → Read More About AWRIGHT AWREADY!
Ah, Cayo Hueso. On our first day in Key West, the Wednesday after Thanksgiving, we spotted these bicycle Santas on Duval Street. Such a common sight, I almost didn’t record it!
I gained ten pounds in Key West. Everytime I made plans to see someone, it was for a meal: Ellen for early morning con leche, Jo for breakfast, Penny for lunch, Gerri Louise for late afternoon snack, Mary for dinner… this went on day after day for 14 days. It’s a wonder I managed to retain any semblance . . . → Read More About Key West Ramblings
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