Friday, December 15, 2017

10 DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS

What do you do on a Friday night when you have no cable or internet? You hop on your bike and go look at the Christmas lights. It was nice weather, just needed sleeves. I took off in our neighborhood to see the Christmas lights. As I was riding along, I heard music and laughter. It sounded like a party, complete with lots of lights. I was still a block away, but it was loud, and sounded like they were having a great time. As I approached the intersection, about 30 decorated bicycles started down the street toward me, from this house. Most were wearing some sort of Christmas costume and the bikes were glowing with colored Christmas lights. I fell in behind them and followed for several blocks. They were having a great time in their own little parade.
I turned around and headed downtown to go tourist watching. I usually stop at the Flying Monkey Saloon and get a frozen White Russian. Tonight was no different. This was my first stop! Yum!
The lighted boat parade was tonight. I saw the very tail end of it. These two boats were very impressive.

Here is another decorated house I saw on the way home. Very shiny.
Christmas is just around the corner. As usual, I've waited until the last minute to do my Christmas shopping. It never feels like Christmas when the temperatures are in the 70's. Luckily, this year, we've had a cooler week. But, I hear it's suppose to be back in the 80's next week. However, that is one of the things I love about living here... it doesn't get cold enough to wear a coat!!!

Sunday, December 3, 2017

LITTLE SANDY KEYS

Have you ever dreamed of owning your own island? I have.

The other day, I picked up a paper and was thumbing through it, when two little works jumped out at me in the real estate section... 3 ISLANDS. My first thought was, "How can you own a group of mangroves?" Because, I lived on Geiger Key for 2 1/2 years, I've been in that bay a hundred times and never saw 3 islands. A lot of mangroves, but I didn't think they were islands.

Little Sandy Keys. I looked on Google Maps. Sure enough, there are three islands labeled.
After IRMA, I wasn't sure if there was any island left. I had to see for myself. My friend, Sheri, said she was up for an adventure, so we made plans to go exploring. We sailed there, anchored and hopped into the water. 
We started walking around the island looking for an opening to a trail. We passed by something stuck in the mangroves. It was high tide, and what looked like a duffle bag or backpack was just above the water. I think IRMA deposited it there, and I was going to go see what it was. I pulled it out and low and behold, it was a scuba buoyancy compensator. And in my size! I had to evict the little tenants and remove all the organic matter. I found only one small barnicle. 
All I need now is weight belt, a tank, regulator..... oh yeah, and get certified!
Sheri and I found where there once was an opening to a trail, but the mangroves have taken it over, and it was too dense to get through. We could see that there was a small open area where the posted sign was, we just couldn't get there. 

We made our way back to the boat, climbed in, raised the sail, and we were off again. We took the long way around to get back to the launch and enjoyed a nice sail. 


Sunday, November 12, 2017

WHO'S WHO IN KEY WEST


Today, I hopped on my bike and took off for an afternoon of cruising Key West. After the beach, a stop at Flying Monkey for my favorite beverage, I headed toward home and found myself at the cemetery. You can tell a lot about the local families by the cemetery.


For instance, it was quite clear that the Spottswood family have a big presence in Key West. And they are the only plot that has landscaping.

And now I know where several streets get there name. Albury, Williams, White, Ashby, Peacon...and the list goes on and on. The headstone design has changed drastically since the turn of the century. I guess tree trunks were a popular design back then. I live on Fogarty Ave, there is bar and restaurant with the same name. I'm guessing there must be money there.



This one got away!
There is a cemetery within a cemetery. I guess the fence is to keep the protestants out.
The path is bricked to the Toppino Family Mausoleum. I walked around to the front and was in awe!

Toppino Family Mausoleum. There are a pair of iron gates in the front.
Inside the Toppino mausoleum is nicer than my apartment!

"Ahhh, we can make a path here, just pave around it!"
I found the Jewish cemetery too. Had to come home and
 google about all the rocks laying everywhere.
My favorite.
There are many thoughts about death... where you go after death and how people grieve. A funeral service is for the ones left behind, not for the dead. Many people need this for closure. Personally, I don't care what happens after I'm gone... because I will be gone, and not really a part of it. I do think a Viking funeral would be pretty awesome though.

Sunday, November 5, 2017

IDRIS HERE...

When I got my cover, it did not match the spare tire cover I already had. Last weekend, Lezlie made a tire cover to match my cover. Now my carpet matches my drapes.

I'm itching to get back out on the water. Lezlie's Explorer, Dora, was missing her mechanics. So, she refuses to start now. Her friends at Shifting Gears can't see her until later this week. The next day Lezlie is off work and Dora running, we are hitting the water.



Tuesday, October 24, 2017

ABOVE THE WATERLINE, BARELY

Some of the stuff Irma left behind, just amazes me. This boat survived Irma without sinking. I don't know how, but she stayed afloat.

Her owner didn't want the problem, so he gave it to his brother. 


She is a plywood boat. I do not know her history, but I will find out.


I didn't look real close, but it looks like it has no fiberglass on the hull.


I will post updates as I see progress.


Saturday, October 21, 2017

MOVIES

I love movies. It can take you to another world, another time, live someone else's life, make you happy, make you think, all at the touch of a button. Tonight, I watched "Up In The Air". The one line that stopped me in my tracks, "Think about the happy moments in your life. Were you alone?" We all know the answer to that one.

Lately, I have been battling loneliness. In a perfect world, I would be someone's "other half". But this is not a perfect world. I am okay with not having a plus one, but it is not my preferred existence. 

In order to change my relationship status, I have to put myself out there, and I don't want to do that. Two out of the last three relationships, I was dumped. I want to believe the first dumping was because he was confused, depressed, and generally couldn't get his head straight. But I could be wrong. The last time I was "let go", was because I was too old. That hurt, we were the same age. Until that day, I didn't really feel old, but now when I look in the mirror, I see an old woman. Of course, the extra pounds, grey hair and wrinkles contribute to that. I'm coming up on the dreaded 60. 

Ever since I moved back to Florida, I have not even entertained the thought of dating. I felt safe being single. I wasn't sure why I felt that way, until last week when I had an epiphany. When you are single and dating, and meet someone for the first time... you judge them. You size them up. I don't want to be judged. I don't want to be rejected. I don't want to feel I'm not good enough. 

So, here I am, like every other night. Sitting in my little cave I call an apartment. Alone.
I'll find me an old western movie. I love horses. Let's see, how about Randolph Scott. Oh,  or Sam Elliot... he's nice to look at! And that voice! 

Shhh... the movie is starting... 


Sunday, October 15, 2017

Today I pulled the kayak out and went paddling. This is the first time I've been on the water since hurricane Irma. The channel I usually go down, has a few obstacles... tree tops. I went out to see what I could find in the mangroves. Turns out, not a lot. I was a little surprised. 

The big white fender was way too far up in the dense mangrove, so I didn't even try for that. I was able to retrieve the 40 feet of blue rope.
A little farther down, I come upon a boat. It was a very sad looking boat, that I'm sure has a captivating story to tell of her Irma experience. It has been tagged with caution tape, so I'm sure the numbers have been taken and put on THE LIST.
It will take a long time to recover from Irma. She trimmed all the trees, but new leaves are showing up everyday. One positive thing Irma did, was give the plants a good watering. Yesterday, on my bike ride to the beach, I came across these beautiful bogavia.