Sunday, March 23, 2014
Saturday, March 22
All good things must come to an end. Fam took us to the airport at 5:30 a.m. and sent us on our merry way. Who knew that this would be a very long day.
The flight from Palm Beach to Atlanta was short, but not short enough. Steve and I had separate seats. It was quiet where we sat. However, the blondsey twins and a surfer dude (all in their forties) decided to have a loud, early morning chat. This is what was going through my head and finally I wrote it down to get my frustration out. I christen the writings as Delta Rants.
*To the Middle-Aged Blondsey Twins and the Middle-Aged Surfer Dude in 34ABC, please shut up! Respectfully, the Middle-Aged Sleepy, Surly,Silvering Ginger in 35C.
*To the Kindly Flight Attendant, Please do not serve the Blondsey Twins and the Middle Aged Surfer Dude any more coffee in 34ABC, or please switch to decaf. Respectfully, the Middle-Aged Suffering Silvering Ginger in 35C.
P.S. I would kindly slip a few of my tranquilizers into their coffee mugs if that would help. Just a thought...
*Dear God, please shut the twit-iot trio up, already!
*The Blondsey Twins paused. Thank you, God...wait for it...wait for it... there they go again. Dammit.
*The Middle-Aged Surfer Dude managed to sleep through the chatter. Glad one of us can.
*Finally, a pause. The Blondsey Twins have weak bladders. They both use the restroom. Peace.
*And, they're back and bubbly as ever. Thank God the plane is landing soon.
We landed in Atlanta about 9:00 a.m. and I could not wait to get out of there. Steve and I had a six hour layover; so we frequented the shops, visited two restaurants for breakfast and lunch, and purchased a quiet room to sleep and get away from the crowds for an hour and a half. That rest saved us from going bonkers.
Our original departure time was 3:30 p.m. We didn't get on a plane until after 6:00 p.m. Our plane from the Bend was having mechanical issues, so they sent another one. We changed gates three times. We finally land around 8:00 p.m. However, our luggage was still in Atlanta. So, our friends picked us up and we went to dinner. (They had dessert, as they already had dinner.) So, we collected our luggage after 10:30 p.m. and arrived home after 11p.m. So much for getting anything done tonight. It was great to see the kitties, though, and what an adventure!
(On the inner coastal during the cruise, March 21)
(Pelican diving into the ocean, March 21)
Friday, March 21
I am losing track of time--and that's not a bad thing. We slept in, enjoyed a late breakfast, and headed out to take a two-hour lunch cruise on the inner coastal. The ship was named the Lady Atlantic, and the cruise took us to Del Ray and back. The first hour had some narration, but the second hour just featured "yacht rock" music in the background. I'm sporting my purple sleeveless dress, which is the comfort equivalent to a 21st century muumuu. But hey, suffering is optional, right?
(I'm writing this portion while waiting for the bridge to open up for the boat.)
A few things to consider when travelling to south Florida-- peak times are January 1- March 31, so if you want to avoid crowds, November/December and April/May are the best times to visit. Don't get me wrong, we've had a great time. We just noticed more crowds and traffic.
(The bridge has long sense opened.)
After the cruise, we headed to a local art/gift shop and then headed back to condoland. We then ventured out again to watch the 7:20 p.m. sunset. We shelled for a bit before and after the sunset on the ocean. (This was a different beach.) There was a flock of pelicans surfing the waves and catching dinner. We also found some amazing shells on this beach. We captured the sunset just in time on the other side in a park.
After sunset and shelling, we returned back to condoland, and packed up for the next morning. Back to Siberia on Saturday.
(Sunrise over the Atlantic Ocean, March 20, 2014)
Thursday, March 20 (Continued)
Thursday night, we visited a restaurant called The Two Goerges. The outdoor dining area was literally on the dock over-looking the water. There was a boat parked next to the dock, where there was a little dog, a yellow Lab, and an Irish Setter? (It was a red dog.) They were adorable, even though they were a bit barky. We could see exotic birds across the water. The food was decadent.
Finally, well after dark, we arrived home and soon crashed. (Tomorrow, we opted for the sunset instead of the sunrise.)
(Portuguese Man-O-War, March 20, 2014)
Thursday, March 20
I suggested that we watch a sunrise on the Atlantic Ocean, so we planned to wake up early (like 6 a.m.-ugh). we loaded the blanket, chairs, picnic basket, and headed to the beach for a 7:20 a.m. sunrise. The temperature was about 60 degrees and cloudy. Fortunately, the clouds bought us extra time so we didn't miss the sunrise. It's often that we catch a sunset, but not often a sunrise. It takes a little extra effort, but the payoff is worthwhile. (Plus, going back to sleep is always an option.)
We were rewarded with a gorgeous sunrise. The waves were high this morning. We brought bags for shelling, but the shoreline looked different today than yesterday. Scattered all along the beach were these odd-looking blue shapes standing alone or mixed in with seaweed. Later, I learned that the blue blobs are referred to as The Portuguese Man-O-War, and a sting from these creatures would most likely land a person in the E.R. Steve and I combed the beach shells while avoiding the jellyfish-like land mines. We also spotted a flipper shark, so I opted to stay out of the water today. The Atlantic Ocean seemed different than the Pacific Ocean.
I can't really explain it. The water seemed saltier... and Steve and I didn't see any Man-O-Wars in California.
After about 10a.m. we packed up and headed back to Condoland. And here I am writing the first draft of this from the chair in the lanai, soaking up sunshine as a few tiny raindrops and clouds disappeared as soon as they appeared.
We though we were up early, I feel my energy returning.
(Shelling on the Atlantic Ocean, March 19, 2014)
Wednesday, March 19
Steve and I slept in. We did not realize how tired we were until today. We all took it easy today; first a brief jaunt on the inner coastal. The view was lovely. It was great to not have to wear a coat or a jacket. There is a place to stroll near the water, and we learned quickly that any residence near water is prime real estate.
We all had pedis (and the girls had pedis and manis). It was hilarious to watch Steve get his first pedicure. (He was a good sport.)Steve is quite ticklish, so I was quite amused watching him. Poor sweetie. His feet look very nice. (Apparently, a lot of men get pedis in Florida. It makes sense, because people mostly wear sandals.)
After the pedi/manis, we returned back to the condo and got ready to go to Palm Beach. (Note to self: do not shell right after nail grooming... my toes still look good, but I had to remove the polish from my hands later.)
Okay, back to the beach. The weather is about 80 degrees. We viewed the Atlantic Ocean. Beautiful. The sandals came off and I instantly ran to the water, jumped in the waves, and picked up shells. The combination of the salt and sunshine seemed to melt my seasonal affective disorder (SAD) away. It was good to forget about the stresses of everyday life and just be.
After we left the beach, we did a little sightseeing and drove down the coast. Oh, my goodness, were the houses on the oceanside gorgeous! After sightseeing, we returned back to clean up and go to dinner. (Fortunately, we made reservations.) We contacted out friends from Stuart, and they met with us to go to dinner.
The restaurant was called The Banana Boat. We sat outside near the water. Great food; great company. Our friends came back to Condoland,and we chatted on the lanai well into the evening while fam went to play Bocce. After our friends left, Steve and I turned in for the night.
(View from the airplane, 2014)
Tuesday, March 18
I awakened at 6 a.m. and headed to BMC to teach Composition II before catching a plane to Florida. Admittedly, I was pretty obnoxious in the morning, playing music by Jimmy Buffett and other steel drum music. I was a little stressed, because I had to finish a required module for work before I could leave. (I had the stomach bug on top of a sinus infection, so I missed a couple days of school.) Thank goodness the students were working on their papers so I could work on this module. My librarian friend is an angel--she is so smart and is always helpful. I was able to pay it forward a little by changing the toner. Thank goodness I was wearing black, because the toner exploded all over. (That brought up memories of working at the library.) It was good for a laugh--and I was fine with having the toner on me rather than her. Anyhoo, although I love teaching, the morning dragged. Finally, I was able to leave for the day; I wanted to return home so we could rest before our friend took us to the airport.
We are ready to go. P. takes us to the airport. Steve and I check in, and then grab a bite to eat. The flight is pleasant and quick. We had a 1 1/2 layover in Atlanta, which is not bad at all. The Atlanta airport was enormous; the time lagged a bit. Steve and I finally were herded into the airplane since we were in the last section (MOO). At least, in case the plane crashed, we would have a chance.
All went well. The flight attendant tossed me a few extra bags of pretzels, and I was grateful to him. Steve and I landed in Palm Beach around 10:30 p.m. Our fam picked us up from the airport and drove us to the condo. It's a 55 and older senior complex. How nice to be too young for something besides an AARP card. (*Laughs*) I'm not knocking AARP, it's cool and I'm looking forward to the senior discounts.
At the condo, Steve and I enjoyed bottled water, sandwiches, and collapsed into bed soon, but before we turned in, we sat outside on the screened-in porch (it's referred to as a lanai down here). There was a table, four chairs, some ornate decorations, and a tomato plant. (More than a few tomatoes would be nibbled on during our stay.) We peered outside and could see the view of the inner coastal in the distance--a million dollar view without the million dollar price.
Friday, March 14, 2014
Hello Local Folks--
I will be at the Tutt Branch Library in South Bend tomorrow presenting a program on Writing with the Senses @ 4:30 p.m.
If you are in the writing mood and need some fun props, join me tomorrow for a writing with the senses workshop!
We will use the senses: hearing, seeing, smelling, tasting, and touch to provide a venue for writing. Also, writing
resources will shared.
Monday, March 10, 2014
One of the benefits of stargazing in the dead of winter is that it inspires me to write. Since I am struggling with Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD)this winter, I wrote this poem--and my SADness-- out. Admittedly, it is dark, but it is a poem about resilience. It's okay just to be--dim is brighter than night.
Dim is Brighter than Night(in the Supernova)
When I have fallen
into that dark place,
towards that yawning
hole of hell,
plummeting into the
because of the light--
but because of
the absence of it.
into a supernova
where stars dissipate
it's not my time
so, I hold on
to a glimpse of light
I hold on
to a glimpse of light.
to shine on
for another day;
I cannot, I do not
fall into the supernova;
and somehow I find
a glimmer of light,
because all stars
will eventually die
But, it's not my time
to light the night sky.
So, when Jupiter
and the Pleiades
fade into the winter sky,
one day, again,
I will shine again
But, for now,
dim is brighter than night--
in the supernova.
Sunday, March 02, 2014
February was not only cold, but it was warm as well. My body was freezing, but my heart was momentarily warm.I participated in my first ever flash mob in South Bend. Eve Ensler, the playwright who wrote the famous Vagina Monologues, also started a movement called "One Billion Rising" to bring awareness around the world about domestic assault and violence towards females. Brave souls came out in the frigid weather and danced to Aretha Franklin's "Respect". I was a little nervous with the crowds, but soon relaxed and enjoyed the moment.
Last night, A. and I went to the Michiana Monologues . They are monologues written by women all over the community; the performers are not the authors of the pieces. We laughed; we cried. Both of these events brought the darkness of domestic violence into the light, and all the money is donated to women's shelters and programs in the Michiana area.
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