I’m here Rekindling my love for writing. Living in Florida trying to avoid the heat by telling a few stories. Enjoy!
I let the ball drop, but it’s a new year While I sit here and smoke in bed, New ideas to be left for dead. That time of month or that kind of year. Maybe this time around I’ll learn how to steer: This train has been wrecked and put back on track before.
As I sit here during Hurricane Ian, in what I hoped would be stormy silence and solitude. One of our tin roof panels is wedged between the house and the truck making the loudest noises beneath our bedroom and I’m beginning to feel like I’m an ant inside of a tin can. This coastal living is as intense as it is grand. You know it’s bad with hurricane Ian when the Waffle House has closed 21 locations in the state of Florida.
The Pink Scooter
One fine day while taking my husband to a dermatologist for a procedure, we saw a swell gal on a pink scooter. Green hoodie, pink scooter with a tiny cooler on the back. Maybe she is a doordasher? while I was making a huge fuss over the carefree gal on THE boldest bravest pink scooter ever, I was making large truck payments and feeling bound by inescapable debt.
As it goes this is the time of the season, for the Atlantic to brew up some fun filled disasters to intensify the survival mode many of us have been living in. To panic buy the bread and milk, toilet paper and water and of course the petrol. The state of Florida is on high alert and shopping, boarding up and battening down the hatches once again. Upset that Cuba, one of Florida’s last lines of defense, didn’t slow down the storm out there on its own.
Halloween party play list for all you gross Ghouls. I’ve been waiting for this season since about June and I know I shouldn’t wish my life away but I’ve been dead inside for months avoiding the heat waves. Today we woke up to 70 degrees, finally! Hope you all have a great spooky season and enjoy this haunted playlist.
You have to be some kind of presence these days to invade the space I’ve built within. Maybe you’re September air where the breeze finally breaks through from your window to where you rest with your loves. A book you don’t want to read too fast but savior with your black coffee in bed. The morning sun turns to rain allowing you to feel at ease with your level of productivity, this slow paced sweet space now comes with sound. You’d have to be some kind of presence to involve yourself with me here. My best friend with the golden mind who is always kind and never leaves me misunderstood. She knows best to let me rest. And when I’m awake she knows and she lets me be free to be as weird of me I only know to be. She would never change me.
Florida man Dumpster Dives Disney
A Florida man was arrested the other day for claiming he is the REAL Abu the monkey while hurling fecal matter into the fan at the popular location “The Rainforest Cafe.” He didn’t go down easily while he launched himself at families that mocked his disguise. Taking a child captive atop the volcano, He said he would let the child go if he could let his story be known. He is more real than the actual monkey Abu, since the actual monkey was a cartoon, he claimed.
It was mid summer in Florida when my husband had to leave abruptly. Making his journey to becoming a kidney transplant recipient in New York. I was to follow shortly in our truck, but my mother had fallen Ill as well and the business she created that was supporting us had gone down with her. Her diagnosis wasn’t easy because it was a mental illness, hallucinations and agoraphobia. I was left alone with my dog, Dixon while trying to figure out which way was up. Dixon my 6 year old Shih Poo, or as we like to call him, “Shih-Wok”, watched from the stairs as I fell to my knees in tears, completely paralyzed by my burnt out emotions. He’s not normally the most affectionate dog, doesn’t kiss often but when he does, he means it. He ran down the stairs, paws screeching with urgency, he sat beside and consoled me, paw on my knee. He comforted me in these times like no human could. No need for words, just momentary bliss and affection I needed to get through what was the hardest part of our lives thus far. My husband and I had only been married 3 years before his kidney failure at 34 years and a healthy active man.
Stranger Things Day!
Season 4 of Stranger things was an absolute masterpiece. I was on the edge of my seat in horror as well as in tears for those we lost and the struggles this friend group has continued to endure. All the while, holding steadfast to each other and what they have appears to be the lost art of a true blue friendship. After the departure from my binge trance. I felt saddened by something other than their struggles but by something I fear has been lost over the years.
Time Share Portal
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A naturally curious couple exploring the autumn woods while taking photographs of the fragrant fall scenery, become intrigued like moths towards the flickering flame decide to wander over to see who has moved in.
Summer! The moment we all have been waiting for. Unless you live in Florida then perhaps we can just crank the A/C and veg out to some sounds that could take us to a relaxing place we are meant to be this time of year. The days can get doggy and your T-shirts soggy. But I got you, let’s play!