About 4 years ago, I decided I wanted to try and grow a pineapple plant. I was told they grow well here in Key West. I bought a pineapple at the store, cut the top off, prepared it and stuck in some water. Roots formed after a few weeks and I stuck it in dirt. That one was growing so well, I planted another one. When I moved to Texas, I left them both with my daughter. They were set next to the fence, and they fended for themselves. When I returned to Key West this past summer, they had grown a lot and looked very healthy.
I had read, and heard from people that had pineapple plants, don't expect fruit for about 5 or 6 years. Last weekend, when I was watering them, I saw that one is bearing fruit this year. It is growing very fast.
Living in a place that is considered PARADISE, comes with a price tag. If you have two incomes to combine, you can make it in Key West. But, what if it's just YOU? There are sacrifices that have to be made in order to fund the paradise life. For instance, housing costs are ridiculous. Like my mother always said, “If you want to dance, you have to pay the fiddler.”
What sacrifises, you ask? Well, the residence you can afford, might not have a kitchen, or an indoor shower. I don’t need no stinking’ kitchen…. I have a hot plate, microwave and mini fridge. Shower? I get to enjoy watching the clouds roll past, or the moon shine down while bathing. Actually, it is really cool with a full moon! Just don't step on the worms!
Locals here, use every available space to create income. That means, many homes have at least one apartment on the property, or they rent out a bedroom. The average rent for a bedroom will run $1200 a month. A studio apartment will cost between $1300 and $1700. Gulp! Why do we pay it? Have you ever been to Key West?
Tonight I was talking with friends, and they too feel the same as I do about Key West.... it feels like home, when no other place does. I will live here as long as I am able to...because it's HOME!
When I was in grade school, I took piano lessons for a short time. I piddled around with the guitar and violin. Never really learned to play them. I had a yearning to learn an instrument and make music. I needed something portable, and easy to learn. Last weekend, I walked past Bone Island Music. The door was propped open and all those instruments pulled me in. Today, I returned and am the proud owner of a Luna Mahogany Concert Ukulele... and sore fingers. A few days ago, I saw my neighbor in the store and he told me how he used to have to call the cops nearly every night. The previous tenant where we now live, were very loud. Hope he likes the ukulele!
Too cold and windy to take the bike for a stroll. Internet not working. Not in the mood to read or paint. So what do you do? You lay there and stare into the darkness... and think. Your mind wanders. Thinking of all the "what ifs", regrets and mistakes that brought you to where you are now.
Think back, are there things you should have done different? How far back would you need to "start over" to make a better life? Remember GROUNDHOG DAY? How many "do overs" would you need to get it right?
My biggest mistakes were made out of fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of being bold, fear of failure. Fear is my biggest downfall. I'm better, but sometimes it's a road block.
For the last week, it's been cold here in Key West. Space heaters were our number one seller! Our winter here usually consists of a couple weeks of temperatures below 70. This week our temps plummeted to 54. Laugh all you want. That's cold when you are used to 72 as a low. Instead of buying a heater, I saved my $34.99, and just pulled out another blanket. Speaking of blankets, I have a quilt I will never part with. This quilt was with me on s/v Kairos when we crossed the Gulf in January 2013. This is the closest thing I have ever had to a security blanket. I was listening to the radio this morning. You know those old "woe is me" country songs. There was a line in one song, "The only thing I can count on now, is my fingers." I love those old classics. Fun lyrics and good to dance to. I miss that... dancing.
When I was living in Texas last year, I thought I would go dancing a lot. I had no one to go with, so I went by myself. It's just not as much fun to go alone. You feel like a sitting duck. It's a catch 22... if you turn down a dance invitation, other singles see that and do not ask you to dance. If you accept a dance invitation, he can monopolize your evening and no one else will ask you to dance. That is good if you like this person, but that was not my experience. Long story short, I only went about three times because it was not enjoyable to go alone. Again... I miss it!
Thank you for asking! It was a Saturday, no work. My two youngest grandkids had their first T-ball practice today, so I was there watching 4 and 5 year olds chase the ball.
My bike needs brake pads replaced. I took off toward Old Town Key West to the bike shop. Since I was so close to Flying Monkey Saloon, I treated myself to a frozen adult beverage... because it's my birthday!
Just a few sips in, I was feeling the adult part of that drink. The cruise ship was in and all it's passengers had flooded Duval Street. I found a quiet bench to sit and enjoy my beverage.
On my way back home, I followed the music to a mariachi band. Upon learning it was my birthday, they played a song just for me. When I was home, my daughter and her family had cake and gifts for me. And.... another "Happy Birthday" song.
Being the party animal I am, I spent the whole night watching movies, playing with Legos and sipping water. Yep, that's me... PARTY ANIMAL!!
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!!!