My comedy of errors life.

09/27/2017 The photo and quote were on the wall at Emily’s home, I felt it was appropriate to use it on this blog.

The day before I was to leave the island I was down at the pool. I went to lock the gate open with the hook and eye that Bill installed on it to hold it open so the dogs could go in and out. When I went to place the hook in the eye, there was something in it. I pulled it out and just about died. It was Lola’s whole pinky toenail, totally ripped off her toe. She compulsively jumps over the gate in her effort to always be first and must have caught it and just torn it right out. I can’t fathom how much that must have hurt her. We started doctoring her immediately. Great, I’m leaving tomorrow and need to worry about this. Bill was Lola’s nurse for the week and I’m happy to say it’s all healed up. I started her on cephalexin immediately so there wouldn’t be any infection and she wore a sock and the cone of shame for 9 days.

UGH freaking UGH!

Poor girl, she was a trooper though.

My trip to the US began on an excellent note, I was upgraded to First class on the Houston to Baltimore route.

Excellent, free wine but no food. I got to Baltimore, got my bags, got my rental car and drove to the hotel I was staying at for the night. When I went to check in she said my reservation was for Sunday night, not Saturday. It actually was 1:30AM Sunday morning. When I made the reservation on Expedia before I confirmed online, I called the hotel and asked the person who answered the phone about it. He said, no, it would be for Sunday night, not Saturday because Saturday ended at midnight. So I bought the reservation. The girl at the desk said, “well, actually, it still is Saturday.” I see her point, but it wasn’t. I told her I spoke to a male at the desk and he said to make the reservation for Sunday. She said the hotel was full and there were no single bed rooms available. A room with 2 beds was $50.00 more. Seeing as how it would be 2 AM before I even got to the room and planned on leaving by 10 AM I could see no reason to pay for a bed I wouldn’t touch. I was really nice to the girl, explained where I came from and that I would be in the room a short time. She finally gave in and put me in the 2 bed room. I was so excited I gave her a nice tip.

I got up in the morning, showered and set off for my sisters house. Missy called Mom and Dad and they wanted me to come for brunch so I hustled over to their place. They were waiting in the area by the dining room. They both look really good and were extremely happy to see me. We sat down to eat near the salad/fruit bar. Dad got up with me to help me get some food, like I need help. He kept trying to get me to have some milk or tomato juice. Never in my life have I liked either of them, nor did I want any, especially since what he was trying to get me to drink was ranch dressing and french dressing. They were in the big plastic bottles with the red pour spouts. I told him I thought they were salad dressing but he said they were milk. We had a good breakfast but while we were sitting there Mom was freaking out over some lady who was taking all of this food back to her room in to go boxes. I tried to tell her not to worry about it, she wasn’t paying for it. She was relentless and very loud about it. I think since she is hard of hearing she doesn’t realize how loud she speaks. It was an experience for sure.

We went back up to their apartment and visited for awhile. Missy was having us for dinner that evening so I got Mom and Dad together, ran a few errands for them on the way and went to Missy’s home, less than 10 minutes away. We had a great meal there. Mark and Missy were astounded at how alert Mom and Dad were and that they seem to have changed after Ashley’s wedding the previous weekend. It’s the first they have been out to a real social gathering in quite some time (their choices not to socialize). Mark and Missy and I stayed up for awhile after Miss and I took Mom and Dad home, chatting about the situation with them and coming to the realization, it is what it is.

The next morning I headed to TJ Maxx, oh how I’ve missed that store. I shopped for a few hours but felt guilty the whole time I was there so I left (after buying a few things) and went to visit Mom and Dad.

It’s been a long love affair.

I asked Mom if she wanted to go shopping, she did, of course. I said she had to take her walker, she said, “your Father will be fit to be tied.” (We have some Pennsylvania Dutch in us). My Mother has a bad knee and she’s NOT a knee surgery candidate, she should be using a walker, but my Dad won’t allow it. He said she looks stupid and it embarrasses him to be seen with her. OMG OMG OMG. I said that I didn’t care and he could deal with me. We got off the elevator and she didn’t know which way to go to get outside, there are no signs at all. I figured it out and once we got there, VR (my Dad) was wandering around. He walked outside with her to wait while I brought the car around. When she got in my car she said he told her she looked stupid with a walker, she looks like an old lady. For shits sake, she IS an old lady, she’s 92.

Seeing the two of them have really made me think about getting old(er)

I wanted to go to Target so we set the GPS and were off. We shopped for a little bit, she bought him 5# of M&M’s. Then we went back to the grocery near where they live. She was looking all over for cannoli but ended up buying eclairs and coke for VR. Eclairs, Cannoli, not the same.

They wanted me to go to the dining hall with them for dinner. I was introduced to everyone there as their OLDER daughter who lives on an island. I was thankful that this year Roatan had not moved, last year it was in the Pacific Ocean. Or so my mother thought, geography was never a strong subject for her. While waiting to be seated 4 ladies came in, all with walkers, all in a line. Dad said, “look at those lazy women, they could walk if they wanted to, they’re just lazy.” I was appalled. I told him he didn’t know if they could walk without them or not and it was not nice to judge them for using a walker.

After we were seated I went to get some fruit and Dad once again offered me milk (ranch dressing). During the meal he asked me when I started wearing glasses, I said 5th grade, don’t you remember? I wouldn’t leave the bathroom at 4 Mile elementary and they had to call Mom to come over. He was off on another subject by then. We were joined by a man at dinner and neither Mom nor Dad spoke to him so I started a conversation with the man. He had some interesting stories and every now and then he would say something that piqued their interests, like eating at Horn and Hardart in NYC. Then they had something to say. That evening Dad wanted ice cream. It was not served fast enough and he filed a complaint. OMG OMG OMG. Let me also say my Father drinks 3-4 cans of coke a day. He NEVER drank soft drink and he eats M&M’s by the pound. Mom says she buys 7# bags for him. The man does not have a single speck of fat on his body and you could probably bounce a bowling ball off of his abdomen. No, I did not try.

I left after dinner and went back to my sisters. They told me some stories and I shared some thoughts with them. This was Monday night, I was still feeling good.

Tuesday I was driving to Silver Springs proper to meet Barry, one of Trace’s best friends from Williamsport. On the way there I stopped by Mom and Dad’s. Mom was in bed. I asked Dad what was wrong and he said, she’s sick. I said does she have an upset stomach, he grimly replied, she’s sick. I’m all like, WTH? Does she have a headache, is she having trouble breathing? He said, SHE’S SICK. I said, fine, I’ll stop on my way back through. Oscar the grouch personified.

Mom and Dad at their apartment

Mom and Dad at my niece Ashley’s wedding the weekend before.

Barry (Trace’s friend) and I have been friends on FB for a few years and he wants to come visit us and get certified. We met at a Thai place that was super easy for me to find. How did I live in the US as a young mother without GPS? What wasn’t easy was figuring out how to do the bar code scan parking. I got the app installed, set up a pay from account and then got frustrated and went to a bicycle shop for change. She gave me a $2.00 roll of nickels, it worked. Barry and I had a great lunch, reminisced about many things from Pa. and discussed the best time for him to visit. After we said good-bye I was on my way back to visit with my parents.

I walked in and there Mom was at the counter, cutting up an orange. I said, “You’re up, are you feeling ok?” She replied, “I’m fine, your Father told me to go back to bed this morning, so I did.” I asked if she would jump off the balcony if he told her to and got a dirty don’t be stupid look. Why did he so gloomily say, She’s Sick? I lost brain cells while there. Soon after I got there Missy arrived too. I had messaged her and relayed the scenario. She called and Dad told her Mom was sick and in bed. SHE WAS NOT SICK. Maybe he has Munchausen’s syndrome? Miss left and I got to go to dinner with my folks again. While I was eating lunch with Barry my throat felt scratchy, I knew I was coming down with something. After eating with Mom and Dad I went back to Missy’s, took some cold drugs and went to bed.

I felt worse in the morning so I went to Macy’s. Isn’t that the cure for sickness? I needed something magic to suck my gut in for my class reunion dress. I found something that reduced my fat by 1/4″ so I bought it, 2 bras and 5 pair of undies (which are all too big, they look like something my grandmother wore). The lady at Macy’s said if I used my Macy’s card I would save $80.00. I haven’t used that card for 4 years. They reopened it for me and I did save a little over $80.00, that’s a lot.

I left Macy’s, picked up my dress at the cleaners and went to my sister’s. I thought I should stay away from Mom and Dad for a day, maybe a mental health break. Miss and Mark cooked a good dinner, I organized my stuff (Amazon Prime is my middle name) and went to bed.

Thursday I went over to Mom and Dad’s a little later in the morning. Mom wanted to go to CVS to buy some miracle anti aging creme (she’s 92, remember). She’s addicted to that stuff and let me tell you, it does NOT work. I took her to the grocery again and spent some time with them in the evening. I told them I was leaving in the morning to meet my friend Stan at BWI but I would stop and say goodbye before I left. Missy and Mark took me out for dinner that night to a great restaurant that I think we went to a long time ago.

Missy and Mark

After that I made sure I had everything organized, stuff I needed for Williamsport and my other suitcase with things for Roatan.

I said good-bye to Miss the night before and Mark carried my bags out in the morning. I drove to BWI, got there on time, called the FBO and told them where I was so they could pick me up to meet Stan in his plane.

We made it to Williamsport around 1 and drove around for awhile. Stan stopped by his parents graves then we drove past my old house on Edercrest Rd.

I grew up in this house, we moved here when I was in 4th grade. It was 3 houses down from the Williamsport Country Club. My brother and I became WCC brats, we were there from the time they opened until dinner time, when we had to go home.

We then stopped at the Bullfrog Brewery for some lunch. Stan parked 3′ from the curb so I told him to move the car closer. He did but forgot to put $$ in the meter so we came out to a ticket. Simple things.

We drove around a bit more and then checked into the old City Hall. They renovated the building into rooms and some businesses. It’s a pretty nice place, especially for Williamsport.

The City Hall Grand. That’s me on the L.

My room at the City Hall Grand.

I have no idea when Stan took this photo but it’s awesome. He is an excellent photographer. The red roof on the lower right is where my goldsmith used to be.

We arrived at our reunion spot around 5 PM. It was at the old Shore Acres, my old stomping grounds, now nicely renovated into a busy restaurant called Pier 87. There is a lot of inside seating, seating on the porch and outside seating by the Loyalsock Creek. It’s owned by young Frankie Morrone and his business partner. Frankie and his parents, Barb and Frank are all long time friends. I tended bar for the Morrone’s at the Pub and The Old Corner many moons ago. Some of my favorite people.

A few of my girlfriends come out to see me there, wish I could have visited with them longer but I had my high school friends to visit with too.  A lot of our classmates were there setting up for our party that began at 6.

Karen, JoAnn and Sue setting up.

Not classmates but long time friends, Deb and Mary.

My BFF, Stan.

Mary and my other BFF from high school, Steve Cimini.

I was tapped on the shoulder and turned around to see someone I haven’t seen since 1990, Deb Caulkins. I almost cried, love her so much. Mary, me and Deb.

I was pretty under the weather and the night got quite chilly down by the water so we left around 10 and went back to the hotel. I took some meds and sacked out. The next morning I met Stan and we walked to a place called the Sawhorse for breakfast. It was across from Lycoming College. We had a good breakfast and were trying to decide what to do for the day. On our way back to town we noticed a farmer’s market so we walked through there. Stan bought some pickled jams and jellies to take home.

Mums at the farmers market

Helmrich’s, very fishy smelling in there.

Then he went to Helmrich’s seafood for smoked shad. UGH, my kids loved that stuff.

Our original plan was to go to Montreal to see my college friend for lunch but Stan left his passport in New Hampshire. We called Jan and Jerry to see if they wanted to ride to State College with us for lunch. Jan is Stan’s cousin and Jan and Jerry happen to be some of my best friends from Williamsport, our kids grew up together. I’ve known them since the early 70’s. I still was feeling pretty crappy and had no voice and a super sore throat, but it was a sunny day and it was nice to be with Jan and Jer.

Rockville Federal Penitentiary. You’re not even allowed to stop in front of the place.

Amish horse and buggy

Piece of art outside of a store called Doug Albert Art Gallery, a friend of Stan’s. Cool stuff in there. I named this Fish Face.

Jan and Jerry Fink

We had lunch at the Tavern, an old restaurant in State College that has been there for years. After we ate Stan wanted to walk up on campus so he and Jer did that and Jan and I sat and shared photos and talked.

Our class reunion gig began at 6 PM so we started our way back to Williamsport. Jan and Jer came into the City Hall and checked out each of our rooms, then we said good-bye to them and got ready for our big party.

We decided to walk over to the hotel where the party was, it was only 3 blocks. It was the first I’ve worn shoes other than sandals in 4+ years, I wasn’t sure I could do it but it was just like riding a bike.

Stan took my photo before we left for the evening.

And we did a selfie. Stan has been my friend since 1966, we have always stayed in touch with each other over the years. We were hell raisers in high school. He’s a good guy and a fabulous friend.

These two people I love so much. Steve Cimini and I have been friends since 10th grade and Cathilee and I for longer than that. I’ve seen Cims several times over the years but this was the first I’ve seen Cathilee.

Me and Cathilee.

The reunion was a lot of fun, Ginny and the crew worked non-stop for a year dreaming and planning. They did a great job. It was so nice to see people I’ve not seen since 1967, yet still have a connection to. It was a wonderful evening, I’m so glad I made the trip.

Two of my partners in crime, Richard Tebbs and Stan.

Sue and Garry Masley. These two have been married forever and look just as great as they did in high school. Love them both.

Lynda and I have been friends for a long time and still talk weekly. Ralphie and I have been friends and email buddies for years and years.

Ginny, the mastermind of the gala, she worked so hard for this to be a perfect night. Well done my friend. The handsome guy is my friend Cathilee’s hubby, Tim.

Aaah, two more of my guys, Ralphie and Bill Maule.

I was feeling pretty crappy so we walked back to the hotel around 11. I took a hot bath, soaked my face with hot washcloths, took more meds and put on leggings, a long sleeved shirt, socks and went to bed. The next morning we drove out through Bloomingrove Rd and Poco Farm Rd, stopped by Cicily’s but she wasn’t home. I wanted to see my brother P.J. before I left town so we met him and Devon at Perkins at 10. I saw them come in and got up to greet them and on the way back to the table Jen and Missy Jackson spotted me. My niece and her daughter, so good to see the two of them, absolutely adore them. We had a nice breakfast with PJ and Devon, they were talking about coming down and Devon said she wants to. We would love to have them visit with us, Devon is an excellent swimmer, I think she would enjoy the ocean.

PJ, Devon and I at Perkins. I really really hope they come down!

After that we drove back down to Montoursville to the airport for my ride back to Baltimore.

My (well Stan’s) plane awaits me.

I got to BWI and the driver for the FBO (flight bureau operations) took me over to United. I checked in and went to my gate to wait. We should have been boarding by 4 and we weren’t. Then they announced a gate change and said the plane was late. Great, I had a short connection in Newark for my flight to Los Angeles. I talked to the gate agent and she said we had plenty of time to make the connection. She lied. She also forgot to tell us we had to take a stupid slow bus to our gate which was forever and a day away. When I got out of the bus was the time boarding closed. I do not run, I can’t run. I walked as fast as I possibly could, sure I was going to stroke out at any minute. They were waiting for me to close the gate, I was the last person on the plane. PHEW, didn’t miss my flight to LAX.

BUT…about 2 hours into the flight the flight attendant came on the speaker to say we had to make an emergency landing, somewhere. We were leaking hydraulic fluid in the left wing. Hmm. I was sitting over the L wing. Great. Then she came back and said we would be landing in Chicago and would need to stow everything, take off our glasses, pens out of pockets and they demonstrated crash position landing. The two young girls next to me were freaking out, the one was near tears, other people were crying. It was pandemonium. I got my phone out despite them telling us to turn them off and stow them. I signed up for United’s wi-fi, paid $9.95 for 30 min and messaged Bill, Mr. Pilot. I told him the hydraulics were leaking and he said they are redundant. What does that mean? He said there are backup hydraulics on everything. I asked why the flight attendant made it doom and gloom and we’re all going to die? He said procedural. I got the two girls calmed down somewhat. As we neared Chicago I told them we would be met by fire trucks and ambulances and that we would more than likely come in hard and fast. As we were on final the attendants were strapped in yelling BRACE BRACE BRACE. It was getting ridiculous. I was in the window seat and could see all the  vehicles racing down the runway while still in the brace position. We landed fine, no issues at all. I told the girls that we were ok, no worries, the one started crying again. They shut the plane down and we were towed to the gate.

I knew I was going to miss my 11:39PM flight from LAX to SAL (El Salvador). As soon as I stepped off the plane I called the Premier desk at United. After 41 minutes the girl booked me on a later flight at 1:30 AM out of LAX to El Salvador. Turns out I missed that flight too. We arrived in LAX about 10 minutes after my flight to SAL left. By this time my butt was dragging, I barely had a voice and I felt like absolute crap. Again I called the Premier desk at United and she said they had me booked on the 11:39PM flight to SAL on Monday evening. I gave her my baggage claim checks and she verified that my luggage was at Avianca (my flight to SAL and then to Roatan was on Avianca) being held for me. She told me to walk to the end of the hall and turn R for the customer service desk. I approached the desk and the guy said, “are you Debbie?” They had 2 nights room vouchers and $60.00 worth of food vouchers waiting for me. I waited a whole hour to get to the hotel. Luckily I was the last one on the bus which meant I was the first one off so I didn’t have to wait too long to get checked in. My room was freezing, I had no toothbrush and only the clothes on my back. I wore them to bed.

The next morning I got a message from Cathilee who lives 20 minutes from the airport saying she was coming to get me. Cathilee picked me up and we went to the school her 2 youngest grands go to. She called Poppy down to meet me and this is how she did her hair.

Poppy said her hair was down when she got to school. Then she put it in pigtails, then she braided the pigtails, then she used the pencils to make this look.

Poppy is so creative, she will make a name for herself someday. I can’t wait to see what she does next.

After that we went to Cathilee’s daughter Emily’s amazing home. Lucky day for me, I got to meet all 4 of the gorgeous Power kids. I felt like I knew them already.

Hudson, it was his 8th birthday. He is ADORABLE!

Piper, Hudson, me, Poppy and Polly plus the 2 dogs.

After that Tim and Cathilee took me to Terranea for lunch. It was AHMAZING! It’s where Mike Nelson filmed Sea Hunt. We started lunch off with the best soft pretzel I have ever had in my whole existence! OMG.

Cheap scuba gear

The grounds were amazing.

The entrance

I was freaking over the variety of succulents.

After we left there we went back to Cathilee and Tim’s home and relaxed with them and sweet Ginger, what a funny dog. She craves attention. I got a toothbrush from Cathilee and brushed my teeth before we went to meet the Power family at a sushi place for Hudson’s birthday. Emily and I chatted about them all coming to visit, there will be 11 but if Latifa and her crew come too it will be 16. I would love it. I feel like I know all of them from FB and Instagram so it was another reunion of sorts.

After dinner we went to Cathilee’s and they called an UBER to take me to LAX. The girl came on time and dropped me at Avianca. The lines were huge, 150+ people waiting to check in. I noticed a Star Gold Alliance sign, called the Premier desk again and they said to go there. I was the 3rd person in line. She checked me in gave me my boarding passes, called baggage to retag my bags and I was off to my gate. I have never been so happy to board a plane in my life.

I can’t begin to thank Tim and Cathilee and Emily and kids for their hospitality, I honestly felt like part of the family. I love all of them!

My flight to San Salvador was fine, my flight to Roatan was on time and all I wanted to do was go home and see my dogs.

I slept some the day I got home and went to bed early that night. The next day I went to the clinic and they advised me to get a z-pack and take it. I did and am feeling so much better. It’s really a drag when you go to your class reunion and don’t have the voice or the stamina to uphold your riotous reputation. It was still fun and I’m happy I was able to see my parents, sister and brother and niece and all of the people who put up with my shenanigans during our school years.

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Getting off the rock

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

09/14/2017 In a day I’ll be heading north for a visit. It’s finally hit me and I’m still not prepared nor getting close to being ready to go. Denial that I have to leave the boys. I hated leaving my kids and now I hate leaving my dogs.

Not a lot has happened since my last blog so this will be short with more photos than thoughts. I’ve spent more time at home lately and I’ve really enjoyed it. Lounging by the pool reading books, listening to the damn dogs bark every time a leaf drops or a lizard moves.

We have had some gorgeous weather, hot sunny days with a slight breeze, and I’ve taken advantage of it, being in the pool and outside as much as possible.

On Thursday my friends Amy and Barb came over for the day. We hung in the pool and talked and drank wine. A lot of wine. They left at 4:00 and by 4:30 I was in bed. It was 10 PM when I woke up, starving for something to eat and dying of thirst. Bill had cooked bacon (yummy) and I got up and ate all that was left, chugged a lot of water and went back to bed.

The next day I went to my friend Marcia’s to go cruising in her gorgeous new boat. Marcia was learning to drive it so her boat guy, Christian, was with us. We left Carib Bight, headed out to the east. The boat started acting funny when we turned to go left. After a few minutes it stopped moving. Marcia was unable to get it out of neutral. We were at the mouth of Blue Rock, just bobbing along in the sea. Marcia called her boat repair guy and he said he would be coming right away. It sure didn’t take him long to arrive. He crawled onto our boat, took the cover off the engine and saw that the rubber ring on the prop was rotted and the prop wasn’t engaging. At least, that was my take on the situation, boat mechanic I’m not. He towed us to Trico and went to find a prop that would work on the boat.

Marcia’s home

The houses in Czech Village, between Carib Bight and Blue Rock.

Christian and Marcia

So gorgeous here. You can see mainland Honduras in the background.

The boat repair guy testing out his repair.

Marcia and Christian

Love being out on the water

Coming home from a fabulous day

Marcia and I had a few vodka and frescas and split an order of chicken nachos (which were delicious) while we waited. The boat guy came back, switched out the props and once we finished eating we were on our way to BJ’s.

Marcia’s boat is ultra sleek and fast, it’s in pristine condition and I can’t wait to go out with her again. I’m always up for an adventure, especially one on the water.

This is my boy Duke, one of Frito’s pups that Marcia and Dennis have. He is a total love.

Saturday we celebrated Dia Del Nino, Day of the Children, in Flowers Bay. I took our 3 neighbor boys. I have talked about Eddy before, these are his brothers/step brothers who live with their grandparents. All of the boys living there have been deserted by their parents, who have gone off to find better lives for themselves, not caring about the children they have left behind. The boys I took never get to do anything fun, they have never been to the other end of the island. I made sandwiches for them and took water, sprite and chips. The 3 of them were strapped into seat belts in the backseat and were super quiet the whole way there. They had no idea what to expect, parties are not something they go to. Marcos, the oldest, doesn’t swim but Milton and David sure do. The party was on the water and Marcos asked if they could go in, I said sure.

David and Milton swim like fish

They found an old deflated ball and played for a long time with it.

I was happy they were having fun.

My friend Layle came to do face painting, Ann was there with Abraham (a boy she sponsors at the Charmont Academy) and his sister Brishanne. My sweet young boyfriend from the Mother’s Day flower making at Cattleya was there also, Matthew, he is a doll. He has a smile that melts your heart and the sweetest demeanor. Paul went with me to help, Amy was there, Milesse, Judy and Toni came also to help. It’s usually feast or famine with the help, this day we had enough, sometimes we don’t. We were very grateful to those who came, it’s nice to have support from friends.

Layle was undoubtedly the hit of the party. She has never done face painting before but she came prepared with photos that she found online. She was excellent and the line for her skills never ended.

Milton, Marcos’s brother/step brother. David didn’t want his face painted.

To be honest, Brishanne is beautiful to begin with, as a butterfly, she was stunning.

Brishanne’s brother, Abraham as Batman.

Layle doing her magic.

Matthew was a cat.

The kids did egg races, balloon races, 3 legged races, sack races, they had a spaghetti eating contest, a roll eating contest and a coca cola guzzling contest. The spaghetti contest was better than two years ago when one of the kids threw up everything they had eaten.

Around 3:30 I packed the kids and Paul up and we headed home. The boys each left with ice cream cones and a bag of candy and toys. On the way out of Coxen Hole I stopped at Nidia’s store and picked up the TOM’s shoes that were for the Cattleya school.

When I got home Paul left and the boys ran to the swimming pool and jumped in. They swam for about 20 minutes, then headed down the valley to go home. On Saturday some friends arrived to the island for a week to stay with us. They own a home here and were filming for the TV show Caribbean Life. This is the second couple who stayed here that was filming for the same show.

We have seen a few more large iguanas here, seems like this is a safe place for them, despite the 5 dogs. As long as the iguanas stay outside of the fence they should be good to go. Currently I have a 4″ gecko living in my car. As I’ve said before, I do NOT like geckos. I honestly would prefer a 4′ iguana over this little gecko guy.

The night before last I was in bed reading and a bug flew in my ear. I totally freaked out, while Bill is sound asleep next to me. I finally got it out with a Q-tip. Now when I read I stuff my hair in my ears. Yes, we have screens but they need replaced and our window guy was stuck in Miami, hopefully he will be home soon and come take care of the screens.

As most of you know, I write for Women Who Live on Rocks and so many of the other writers have lost everything they own, their homes and businesses are destroyed, they have nothing to go back to. Their once lush tropical island is now reduced to rubble and trees with not a leaf or frond left on them. If any of you would like to contribute, here is a list of places to donate. (click on list) Remember, these people lost every single thing they own. If you are contributing to Harvey victims in TX or Irma victims in Florida or the Caribbean, please do NOT donate to the Red Cross. In Texas the Red Cross threw out 500#’s of dog food, saying they didn’t need it. Obviously they forgot about all the poor lost animals left in the aftermath who are now in crowded underfunded shelters all over the state of Texas and now in Florida and all of the islands ravaged by Irma. They threw out kennels, blankets, cat litter and food, they said “they will get more.” There are many other more worthwhile charities to donate to.

I really need to start/finish my packing, I still haven’t decided what I’m wearing to the reunion but I am really looking forward to seeing my classmates. Some of these people I haven’t seen since we graduated a few years ago. (Cathilee)

Here’s hoping we have no more hurricanes this season and that the unfortunate folks ravaged by them are able to have a semblance of normal life soon.

I’ll be blogging about my parents and my class reunion next time so check back to see what kind of trouble I got into in Williamsport. This should be an interesting visit.

The cool kids on the plane.

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9/1/2017 OMG, my little blog. I forgot all about you, until someone (Gary M) messaged me and said, “I love your blog.” Oh shit. And hello September!

It’s been a quiet time for me as I struggle with all that encompasses a visit to my parents and then my trip to my 50th class reunion. Honest, I’m not really struggling yet, because it hasn’t quite sunk in that it’s soon and the week before I leave we will have company for the week. Our company leaves the same day I do. And I have a children’s day party on September 9th with Nidia. So much to do, so little time.

I had to go to the mainland to see an Endodontist. I’ve been having trouble with a tooth and the dentist here said the root canal was calcified. The endo drilled the roots clean, packed them with meds and said come back in two weeks. Damn, back to Ceiba again. While there I did get in an awesome shopping trip to Mega Paca, woohoo. Two floors of endless clothes. I got a new Trina Turk dress for less than $1.50.

I chose to take the ferry over and back, having done it twice before and survived both times unscathed. This time was the LAST TIME EVER for the afternoon Vomit Comet. I did not puke but I was sick for 24 hours after that ride. I vowed to never ride the afternoon ferry again.

I went back to the dentist in 2 weeks, she took the meds out and packed the canals with cement. It had been feeling quite good. She said at the root of the tooth I had an abscess, that’s why it was so painful. For 3 total hours with an endodontist with the newest greatest equipment, lots of x-rays, and all of the drilling, meds, use of the fancy microscope, it was $260.00. TOTAL.

I flew home the second trip, 15 minutes of absolute desert type heat in an airplane. I would have crawled out on the wing if I could have opened the windows. I was dripping wet when I stepped off the plane and in the time it took to walk to the entrance door, the breeze had blown me dry. It was hell. I couldn’t leave the airport until I got some water. I came home, showered and laid down, the heat on the flight did me in.

Nidia and I went to the Friday ceremony for the microenterprise that the principal at the Froylan school started. It was interesting that the students were so involved and excited to be a part of this and I give all of the credit to Marlon, the principal. He is making leaders out of these kids, giving them responsibilities. I think it’s excellent that he is doing this.

Some of the student group, the others were in the presentation.

Coolers and thermos jugs and cups donated by my sweet friend Julie.

Part of the presentation, nothing beats watching kids dance.

The girls were beautiful, swirling their skirts and dancing with the boys.

It was a fun afternoon, although I only understood about half of it because it was in Spanish.

That night Bill and I went with our group of friends to dinner at Cal’s. It was fabulous as always. I love this group of people, so easy to be around.

The next day I was picking up some ‘hood newbies at the airport. They were coming back with 2 new puppies. Recently they bought a house very close to us and plan to live here full time. I got to the airport early (I was buying the return ticket for my trip from Ceiba) and then hung out and talked with friends, all the time watching for the people I was picking up. I realized after a good wait that they should have been out by now and told Orlando, a friend who works at the airport who I was looking for. At that exact moment, my friend that I was picking up approached me, they had been waiting outside. I felt AWFUL, I should have told them I would be between the bar and the doors. My bad, really felt lame that I did that to them. I got them and all of their luggage and 2 pups in my car and we set off for home. The pups are Cavapoos, King Charles Cavalier and poodle, so stinking cute, Barkley and Lexi. They also have 2 island dogs that came with the house.

The next day we had my friend Aida and her husband and 3 kids up for chicken fajitas and some pool time. The kids had a great time and we got to visit with David and Aida for the afternoon.

Aida called her friend who is staying at their house and told him to go out on the porch and look up. They live down in the valley below us. They were waving to each other.

David said every time the kids go outside now, they look up at our house. They have 3 very nice, extremely polite, well behaved children, and cute? Oh my, can’t stand the cuteness. Wish I had taken photos.

The week I was scheduled to do several things with new friends didn’t go as planned, as often happens on the island.  I was to pick up two ladies; one I met through my blog and was introduced to by Chrissann, the creator of Women Who Live on Rocks, and the other other was her friend. They were due to arrive at 11 on Monday and I was meeting them at the cruise ship and giving them a tour of the east end of Roatan, with a stop at La Sirena and Monday’s Don’t Suck. Their boat was detoured to the Cayman’s because of the approaching hurricane. Bummer, I missed Carol and Brenda. And Harvey missed us and destroyed Texas. The devastation is unbelievable. Heart breaking.

On Wednesday I met two new friends at Cal’s for lunch. They know a guy I went to high school with (Larry Vognet for all of you Loyalsock people) and he asked if I would meet with them when they were here. I’m so happy I did, they are awesome people and would make a nice addition to the expat group on the island. We had a nice lunch at Cal’s Cantina and then sat and chatted for awhile. I’m hoping they decide to buy land or a home here.

The next day I was to meet a lady at West Bay and take her snorkeling. She messaged me Thursday morning that she had a terrible earache and didn’t know what to do. I sent her to Anthony’s Key clinic, they have good doctors and deal with a ton of ear issues with all the divers @ AKR.  She messaged me later on saying she got excellent care and was grateful for me steering her in the right decision. Swimmer’s ear is not fun.

On Friday night we met our dinner group at Aroma, an Indian restaurant in the mall, of all places. The owners could not possibly be nicer and their food is yummy. It was a great meal, I ate every speck of food.

The last several days have been hot and sunny so I have been poolside with a book and a scattering of dogs. And quite honestly, I really enjoy the days I’m home and can hang with the boys and Lola, the showgirl.

My friend Trish messaged me that she had rescued an iguana from some kids who probably would have killed it. She asked me what she should do with it. I called Gale Carter, she’s an Arch and she runs Arch’s Iguana farm. She said take it to the farm and put it in the pen with the other under 2 year old iguanas. They need to be protected until they are big enough to not be easy prey. I met Trish and Fred there with the captive iguana. We took him down to the cage and the guy put him inside, after telling us he was only a few days old.

Trish and her friend

He’s in the cage for 2 years, then he will be set free like the other 3500+ iguanas at the farm.

These are the coolest critters around. Mini dinosaurs.

The other day I spotted another (may be the same) iguana in the papaya tree. Oh how I love these things.

I don’t know if being self conscious is an emotion Iguanas have but if so, I’m sure my staring and constant watch made him a tad bit pissed off. I did NOT attempt to touch or grab him, just visual observation. What a stunning creature.

Why can’t I be colored like that?

I’m in love with a lizard foot.

If you spit out seeds, they will grow. Now we can’t cut the grass where they are because we may disturb them.

Enough papaya for all the iguanas in the ‘hood.

Two watermelons growing now. So are the weeds and the grass.

Alexi came to visit the other day and Bill noticed a baby iguana on the fence. We had Alexi grab it and they took it to the iguana farm and put it in the cage.

Alexi carried the baby iguana for the 15 minute ride to Arch’s.

Alexi is an islander, he used to hunt iguanas until we had a serious talk with him about it. While at the iguana farm he was actually afraid to walk into a group of the big iguanas laying on the ground. He’s 18, lived here his whole life and it was the first time he ever went there.  I find that fascinating, especially since I have been there 50 times in 4 years and have learned to allow them to crawl and lay on my sandaled feet.

On Sunday there was a Reef House party. I have not been for awhile and knew all of my friends would be there. I needed to go. We all met at Jessie’s dock, there were 17 of us. I called Keith to let him know there was a big group so he sent a big boat. My friend Joel was playing that day. I met Joel when I lived here alone in 2012, nice guy and he has a great voice.

So beautiful at the Reef House.

Joel and Pam’s hubby, Pete.

Joel, Pam and Marti

Great crowd for the day!

Group photo

Steps into the water, the last one is slipperier than ice.

The Duchess, Jeanie and Chris. Chris lives on the beach just east of MDS beach.

Susan and I being goofy. I think I have found a new shenanigan partner in Susan. Marcia is looking at me like I’m nuts.

We dropped Andrew off at The Happy Landing in Oak Ridge, I love their sign.

The day after I came back from my last dental appointment I started having pain in my cheek. I whatsapp’d the Doctor and she said she wanted to see me again. Another trip to the mainland. Just about that time my friend Kelly messaged me to say she was coming to the island. I told her I had to go to Ceiba and she asked if she could go with me, I said sure. I ran into the airport and bought 2 return tickets and we met Tuesday at the ferry dock at 6:30 AM. {I have to say that living on this island for 4 years has made me very aware of how much I detest alarm clocks. I am always up by 6, 6:30 but I had to be OUT OF THE HOUSE by 6. UGH.} Usually the night before I can’t sleep, worrying that I won’t get up in time.

The 90 minute ferry ride was calm the whole way. Pablo met us at the ferry terminal and dropped us off at Diunsa. We wandered through a really nice grocery store, and then went into Diunsa when they opened at 9. After that I went to the dentist. The dentist said to give my tooth time, it needs to heal. She took an x-ray, said it looked ok, no charge. Kelly and I had a lot of time to spare so we had our driver take us to the mall. We had lunch there, rode the escalators, wandered around looking at all the polyester clothes and high heeled shoes. Then we spent an hour (way too long) in WalMart. It’s nothing like the one in the US. After that we had Pablo take us to the airport for our flight home.

During Kelly’s and my messages I told her about the insane heat on the airplane so she ordered us each one of these.

It’s a rechargeable misting fan. Plugs into your cell phone charger. We filled them with water after we were through security and we were the only 2 people on the plane not drenched in sweat. I’m pretty sure the guy who was melting across the aisle from me hated both of us.

Tuesday night I went to bed at 8 PM and woke at 6:30 the next morning, finally a nice long sleep.

Today Bill and I are meeting Kelly along with a builder, then this evening Bill and I are going to Cal’s with some people we met there several months ago. They just purchased land near where Kelly did and they want to pick our brains. Tomorrow eve we are going to Cal’s again with Kelly. She wants to go to the sloth farm earlier in the day so we’ll do that when my cleaning lady is done and then we’ll go eat.

It looks like there is another tropical storm/hurricane forming in the eastern Caribbean, here’s hoping it gets disorganized and flitters off into nothing.

Just a few random shots before I take a cup of tea down to the pool with the dogs.

Teri posted this photo of Frito the other night. She is doing wonderfully and is happy and loved in her new home.

My friend Terry always finds the best jokes and it’s uncanny how they resemble my life.

My grandgirls, Alexah starts high school and Chloee starts middle school. I can’t believe how grown up they are!

Life is just zooming by us, not matter what we do. I’ve decided to enjoy the time I have left as much as I can, you never know when it’s going to be over.

I have lots of Melothria scabra

 

08/11/2017  A few of you will understand the above quote. A lesson learned.

Today around 1 PM my friend Kelly messaged me a photo of her electric bill. Obviously to make me feel better, however she lives where it’s really damn hot, Arizona and has to run A/C 24/7, 100 KW a day. We use 400 KW a month. We started messaging, by 3:30PM she had agreed to purchase a lot in an area she and I looked at (that is 15 min from me) when she was here (she brought all the flip flops). By 5 PM we had a builder and a project manager and by 5:30 a design, plus I introduced her to 2 of her neighbors via FB. That’s what I accomplished today.

AND I found out I have:

Melothria scabra growing. Don’t panic, it’s not contagious. It’s an incredible, small cucumber-like fruit that’s shaped like baby watermelons. They are good added to salads or can be pickled. They have a cucumber-like taste with a touch of lemon. Some people call them sour gherkin cucumbers. The ornamental vines have tiny leaves and flowers and are perfect for the cottage garden. (mine don’t have flowers, though they may have and we now have fruit, only an observation, don’t hold me to it). YAY.

We already have people coming up trying to grab some of our coconuts, seems our one tree is special. They have to go through Lola to get a coconut. That’s NOT going to happen. Now they will be coming for miniature watermelons. Wonderfreakingful. I’ll set up a stand at the bottom of the driveway. Bite sized watermelons that taste like cucumbers. That’s what my sign will say. Oh and I have not rushed to taste one because two islanders said they were poisonous.

Josh says they are not poisonous so I’ll soon be wealthy and able to afford $6.00 a bottle wine, the good shit. Sorry for the crappy photos of the cukes, it was with my phone. And, I’m lazy.

I’ve been looking at my recent Pinterest saves and you guys, I really scare myself. I’ve determined I want different color and style of hair, indicated by my Pinterest saves. I would need a total hair transplant to achieve this hairdo that I so desire. Such a quandry.

Bill spotted this guy in the tree last week. I took over 200 shots in 3 days. He was so beautiful.

Then a few days later Lola was sitting at our huge window at the tops of the stairs and she started barking like crazy. There was another iguana inside of the fence. I got a few shots of her, (a pregnant female) before she crawled through the fence.

I know this was a preggo female because I asked Sam Arch and he said, yes. He’s never wrong.

This is a male anole. Pretty thing, they are everywhere. I even found one sitting on my soap dish in the bathroom.

Then I saw a baby iguana in the papaya tree but by the time I got my camera, it was gone.

Today I was speaking with the Duchess’s husband on the phone and spied the iguana in the tree. I said good-bye and ran for the camera. This guy didn’t like me around at first and tried to get far away. He was standing on 2 papaya branches, balancing in the breeze. I managed to get some good shots. This was a different one, not as large as the other male in the tree.

Fabulous creature, I’m so intrigued by them.

On the top of the papaya tree.

Smaller but just as detailed.

It’s been a lizardly week for me, I can’t seem to stay away from the papaya tree and all the awesome things I find in it.

My dog’s favorite food, Cicadas.

Nidia and I did one last day of TOM’S at the public schools yesterday. We met at Politilly at 8:30 and fit the kinder and then the older students from Pedro Nufio came over and we fit them. Alexi’s nephew, Osman goes to the kinder and his brother Ephrain goes to Pedro Nufio. When I got there, Osman wasn’t there. I asked the teacher where he was and she didn’t know but sent a girl to go find him. Soon after he whizzed past me and into the school. I was in the doorway listening to them singing a song, I had my sunglasses on. Click HERE to see and hear the kids singing.

Osman kept looking at me so I took my glasses off and his eyes got really big! Just about that time I felt a tugging on my shirt and there was Ephrain, not in school clothes. His mother Shelly and sister Juliana were with him. I asked why he wasn’t in school and his mom said the teacher didn’t like his haircut. There was not a damn thing wrong with his haircut.

This is Ephrain. You tell me what part of his hair the teacher could complain about? It’s not like they are at a magna cum laude school either. Come on.

He wanted to take photos while we did shoes, so I gave him my camera. He’s played with mine before when he came over swimming and also played with Julie’s, same cameras, he knew how to operate it.

Right before I gave him the camera.

Selfie.

I hugged and kissed Ephrain and Osman so many times that the other kids were asking for hugs and kisses, no idea how many kids I kissed, but they were all adorable.

His mom is on the closest end in the blue shirt and no I won’t capitalize the word mom for her. I’m amazed she helped. I should be grateful, I am. Almost. I know too much.

He must have liked this fence, he took so many photos of it.

I had control of the camera for the next few. This is Osman, Ephrain’s nephew. I adore him.

Cute little girls.

So pretty, I love her eyes.

This is most of the Pedro Nufio crowd.

After we were done I approached Ephrain’s teacher. I told her who I was but she said wait, and called in a translator. Miss Kendra came in to translate. Turns out Ephrain couldn’t go to school because his mother didn’t turn in paperwork. I pleaded with the teacher not to punish Ephrain for his mother’s lack of interest in his education, it’s not his fault. He loves school and it’s the only break he gets from his miserable home life, he wants to learn, he’s a smart little boy. When I was done begging, with tears in my eyes, the teacher relented and said Ephrain could return to school. I went out to find him to tell him he could go to school and he was holding on to my car door, convinced he was leaving with me.

I couldn’t take him, we were going to the Instituto Honduras, a big school in Jonesville.

The building at the top of the steps going up to the school. It says Sat’s See Gym.

Unusual chairs. When we were finished and packing to leave, there was a large group of students milling around here. I realized they were waiting for their boat rides home and could see the boats approaching from there.

The first time I ever helped with TOM’S shoes (2015) we fit the kids in Pandytown. This little boy, Derek, was my first and he hugged me before he even sat down. I have since learned he is also a favorite of my friend Francie (she helped teach English at his school and does other work around the island teaching, she’s a lady of many skills). I’ve seen him at Christmas parties in Fiddler’s Bight but not again for shoes. I spoke with him today and actually got to fit him with shoes. Derek is an adorable young man, good parenting. He, Osman and Ephrain made my day.

There was an unending number of students and they were not very co-operative.

The stilt master. This dude was good!

One of the 3 could actually walk on them.

We fit almost 460 kids with new shoes in one day.

As I was leaving I snapped a pic of this boat. I see it often when we take a boat through the mangroves. It’s called Twitter.

Barrio, one of the 3 brothers we kept.

Gringo, my hunka hunka burning love. Brother # 2

And Max. Maximillion, Maxillicious, Maxie the bad boy of the group. The expensive one. Brother #3.

From Cal’s Cantina last Friday night. The food was excellent, as always. Going there again tomorrow night with the gang.

We have had some dark stormy nights here this last week. Almost every night the sky is lighting up around us. A few dogs and I sat on the roof tonight, I was enthralled with the light show surrounding me. On the roof we have an approximate 320 degree view, it was phenomenal. I felt so freaking tiny, like just a speck. The 2 dogs went down, there weren’t enough of them up there to carry on. It was just me and the lightning. Kind of surreal and I felt vulnerable.

The moon the other night. I often wonder what moon people are like? Do they wear bras?

Well, it’s a marvelous night for a moondance…..

Perfect night for a dip.

Hanging on the roof

The dogs love it up here.

All of the boys. Barrio usually has a toy in hs mouth. He sticks it in Highway’s face, whines and shakes his butt. Highway gets so mad he bares ALL of his teeth, then he snaps at him. It’s really annoying because Barrio is loud.

Barrio

Butts and tails

Last few pics then I’m off to sleep. Have to be at a school at 1 for the Microenterprise dedication, {at Froylan school} they are doing the dedication of the new ice chest and thermos and reusable cups, donated by Julie (AZCK). When I leave there I’ll go size the children at Cattleya for shoes. Saturday I am picking our friends up at the airport, along with their two new puppies. And on Sunday we are having a family who lives below us and their 3 kids up for a pool day and lunch. I’ve met Aida a few times at the airport and although I feel like I know her husband, I don’t.

If you are from Williamsport (my hometown) and happened to see the magazine, West Branch Life, that comes out with the paper 4 times a year, there was a story about the Summer of Love. If you read that story (came out beginning of August with the Sun Gazette) and wondered if you might know who “Carol” really was.

You do.

Rocking Punta Gorda, island style

#1 to Christ, #2 to husband, #3 family....

08/04/2017 The third annual East End Senior dinner was a huge success. It was held on July 26th at Henry’s Cove in Punta Gorda. Initially it was going to be down at the marina there, which is a lovely setting but the morning of the event it was starting to rain, with rain in the forecast. We decided to move it back up to the dining hall where it was held the first year. This event is amazing and it wouldn’t happen without the help of Live Again Ministries. This is the 3rd year I’ve worked with Nidia and Because We Care, and Live Again Ministry has supported us all the way, financially, emotionally and lovingly. This group comes to this island and every time they have to go home, they leave a little piece of their heart tucked somewhere on Roatán. I know this to be true, I see it in their faces. I see it in the faces of the people they touch. Mighty fine people.

The boss Nidia and Ryan, from LAM. His mother and sister were here with him during his second week of this visit, his son Cordel was with him the whole two weeks.

Susan, Toni and Mac setting up the outside tables. People were sitting there but once it started storming we got them all inside. Cramped, but well fed and dry.

Baskets of love

This luncheon was one for the books. It was an epic event. The weather didn’t co-operate, but we didn’t let that put a stop to the fun. This was the liveliest, most fun party I’ve been to, especially one that was all seniors.
The people began arriving early, all of them eager to see friends they haven’t seen since last year. They were served water and drinks while the band played and they mingled amongst each other.

My friends, starting top L in bright blue: Susan, (Ryan’s sister and my new friend) Fred in flowered shirt, Susan with her back to us, Trish in front of her (Fred’s wife) and next to Susan in a dark shirt is my other new friend Carrie. Carrie was on vacation but still came to work her tail off, get rained on and have a great time.

The guests arriving

Sitting on the back porch, overlooking the hill down to the marina.

These are all the baskets we made up. They are each filled with $50.00 worth of food. There were 40 of them and the money was raised to buy them.

We had hundreds of pairs of new readers brought down by LAM so Nidia asked Miss Peggy if she had any volunteers to help ensure the people got the correct lens for their needs. This was amazing, every single person got new readers they could actually see with. There were 2 young adults and a father with 2 daughters. There were wonderful and I think they provided a really fantastic contribution to all of the attendees.

Two adults being checked. They had books for them to read so they could get the most beneficial lens.

This little girl, yeah, I would have kept her. She was so into what she was doing, she oozed personality. Her dad says she’s 11 and is either whining or focused. Today she was incredible.

I am sorry I didn’t get a photo of Miss Catherine and myself this year. Miss Catherine is my favorite island lady, she is so beautiful, inside and out. She is my friend Daine’s Mother and is a true island gem.

Enjoying their meal

The first course of the meal was soup, then onto a big plate of food. Afterwards there was ice cream and they all took home cake and a rice pudding.
We had drawings throughout the day, people won trips on the Galaxy Wave Ferry to La Ceiba, 2 nice foam pillows were won by many and some others won baskets of food. The oldest person from each community was also given a food basket with $50.00 worth of food in it.
So many wonderful things happened that day.

Our musicians had the place rocking, especially when they played “Kick the Devil Out.” All it took was these two volunteers to get the music in them and they had the whole place feeling it.

Christopher and Clarence, the dancing machines

If the people weren’t up dancing, they were chair dancing. Some of them didn’t walk to where they were going, they danced. It was fabulous. Even the beautiful minister from Helene was dancing!

When the party was over and it was time to go home they were given ball caps, handkerchiefs for men and women, washcloths, toothpaste, so many nice gifts for them.
The smiles on their faces as they left told the story of the day. They reconnected with old friends, saw neighbors they rarely see, they sang and danced and were waited on and pampered, as they all so deserve.

Without Nidia and BWC and Live Again Ministries, all of our donors and all of the volunteers, it wouldn’t have happened.

I was so tired when I got home I had stove top stuffing for dinner, (my friend Trish asked if I cooked it) showered and went to bed.

So happy to have met Nidia, she is the most energizing person I know. She gets things done despite any obstacles she may face. I will be alongside her helping however I can, as will the Live Again Ministry group. They are an amazing group of people, Roatan loves you. Once again Pastor Ronny, this one’s for you. You’re the best and were missed this year.

The Fourth Annual Senior’s Luncheon is something I am looking forward to already.

The day at the boat dock

07/28/2017 I hate having a kitchen, dishes, pots and pans, the whole works. I hate cooking, preparing any meal of any type. I hate washing dishes, drying them and putting them away. I am NOT a foodie. I’ll take a peanut butter sandwich over any fancy meal there is. There. I said it. Food prep is not my friend. I go to bed hungry most nights because I am too lazy to make anything to eat.

I wasn’t always like this. When my boys were little I made everything from scratch, even their baby food. I baked all my own bread, canned, froze, you name it, I did it myself. I even grew chamomile and made the boys tea if they had upset stomachs or were fighting sleep. It’s odd, then I really didn’t have the time but I knew, nutritionally for the boys, I needed to do it. Now I have the time and have no desire whatsoever. None. I used to eat salads all the time but I don’t even make them anymore. Too much work.

I truly am one of those people who eats to live. If I could take a pill and not have to eat, I would be so happy. PLEASE, Someone invent one. If you have eaten at my house, I like you.

DISCLAIMER: I still relentlessly save food links on FB and on Pinterest. I should change the food category on Pinterest to: Meals I’ll never cook. It goes along with all the exercise videos in: Exercises I’ll never do. I’m such a damn phony. OMG. I just saved a banana bread recipe on Pinterest and a fried pickle recipe too. WTH?

We won’t start discussing my issues.

My new friend Emilio and I finally met. He found me online (somehow) and we connected. He has started the Roatan Community Online. We have been chatting online for months. He was in Roatan awhile ago but the stars didn’t align then for us to meet. This time, we were doing TOM’S shoes and I invited him along. Emilio is an amazing photographer/videographer and she got some great photos of us fitting at the Spanish Town school. You can find his photos on IG as roatancommunity and on FB at https://www.facebook.com/RoatanCommunity/  Take the time to look at his photos, excellent.

We met at Petrosun and set off for the day with my lovely friends, Barbara Blue, Trish Nixon and Judy Brownfield. Talk about a group of fun ladies. Shaken, not stirred.

Students waiting for shoes

This little cuties Mother was helping us fit shoes

There are homes adjacent to the fence of the school. Lots of little faces.

Barb and a student. Sorry it’s blurry, I keep the camera in my pocket and often when I pull it out, the settings get skewered. At least that’s the story I’m sticking to right now.

Isn’t she beautiful?

Old Tom’s traded for a new pair.

I had to park in a horrible spot, there was a 2′ drop off immediately in front of my L tire (parked the wrong way on the road). I saw this girl and her abuela (grandmother) sitting on the porch stoop. Note the windows and the padlock on the door. It’s a different life.

The following day I picked up another new friend who wanted to help with shoes at a store close to the school. The school was right across the road from where we met. We started setting up shoes and chairs. Right before we started passing out the shoes, Miss Peggy from Clinica Esperanza arrived with some volunteers and a family who was on vacation and wanted to help out also.

Waiting for shoes

Nidia, the force within this woman is AMAZING, she’s a whirlwind. She has lists of each child’s name, grade by grade and they are checked off as they enter for their shoes.

My sweet new friend Lynette. We’re doing a beach day Saturday!! Snorkel and float. The man to her right is a clinic volunteer. They were a nice group.

This young girl was running around the school yard. I’m not sure why she wasn’t in school. Notice the lady behind her selling snacks, and the ice cream man had just ridden his bicycle by. She twirled and danced around this tree, not a care in the world. Oh, to be so free.

One of Miss Peggy’s volunteers, I believe they were all pharmacy techs.

After we finished up with the shoes, I dropped Lynette off and came home to see my buddies. They were awaiting my arrival and barked and howled like they always do. OMG, so loud. Gringo sounds like a wolf howling at the moon.

We were graced by this the other evening, didn’t even go to the roof, this is out the living room window. The sea is beautifully illuminated.

We had Chef Carl and his boys to our house for a swim day and pizza. What nice, polite, well spoken boys they are. I really enjoyed being around them. It was nice to cook for him for a change. Most of you know him as the owner of Cal’s Cantina.

Cal enjoying the pool. They had my camera and the pics they took were all of Cal, none of Miles. Guess we know who had the camera.

It was nice to be able to really talk to Carl, he’s always so busy at the restaurant. Such a fabulous chef. I’m currently addicted to his chicken Caesar salads with a glass of Sauvignón.

We are still doing TOM’S shoes. It’s a lot of work and I give mad props to my bestie Nidia. Honestly, I don’t know how she does all that she does. Total amazement and so blessed to be a part of all the joy she brings to Roatán. She is the vision of what every woman wishes to be. Beautiful, confident, strong and capable of saving the world, if she had the time. I want to be her in my next life. But since that will never happen, I’m content to help her how ever I can. Because We Care was fortunate again to have the Live Again Ministry team down here with us, some stayed for 2 weeks.  These people are the real deal! They had a medical brigade with them, several young people, a Mother, her son and daughter and grandson. {Yes you, Honeycutt’s!} These groups have been working non-stop, day in, day out. They painted a kindergarten, they passed out shoes, they played with the kids, they checked their health situations and they gave out lots and lots of love. That’s really their biggest gift to Roatán. Plain and simple. LOVE.

Not only do they raise money so that BWC can do things for the island, they bring toys and shoes and hats and all kinds of wonderful goodies to give to the people on the island. This is my 3rd year volunteering alongside them, makes me feel very lucky.

On Monday we (Because We Care, BWC) and (Live Again Ministry, LAM) teamed up with a medical brigade with our sights set on St Helene. We were at Clifford, the Vice Mayor’s dock at 8AM, boat was to arrive 8:15.

Waterway was pretty quiet

It was hot. It was well past 8:15. It was HOURS past 8:15. Supposedly the boat left Helene late. Hours late.

It was hot. The boat never came. It broke down by Ft Morgan Caye. Ran out of gas. Two larger pangas came later on and took the medical brigade out to Helene. The boat that ran out of gas was getting filled by the boats carrying the med techs. The big boat finally came for us. It had been a long hot waiting around kind of day. It is what it is.

The whole time we waited I never heard one person complain. Sure, we were all hot and tired but we made the best of the situation and just did the only thing we could, wait.

While waiting for a boat, any boat, the kids were coming to the afternoon school. I caught this little girl jumping off the boat, her ride to school.

Just another day of school to her

Nidia watching our ride come in the channel. It motored right on past us and put on an interesting show when it attempted to turn around. Then it docked at a dock that was a few away from where we were waiting. Some time had passed before we found out the boat had a steering problem. Dang, I could have swam to Helene by now. We decided not to do shoes that day so the LAM team, Nidia and I went on home.

We decided to try to go again on Friday and when I got to the dock Crosby was already waiting. Except we needed more than 1 boat. Once the other boat arrived we loaded up and set off for Serene Helene.

Our boat had to make a stop at the new Madeyso hardware store that opened in Oak Ridge. Just another location of a store that we do a lot of business with. Nice people, nicely run store. Once we got their pipes loaded on the boat, we were on our way.

The new Madeyso, closer for Bill than the one by the airport.

If this were my house I would sleep on a raft wearing a swimsuit, mask and snorkel.

The first boat beat us to Helene so the frenzy surrounded them. There were people everywhere. Grandmothers, Mothers, Aunts, a few Rasta dudes and tons of kids.

Shenanigans

This guy wins for longest eyelashes ever. This is the 3rd year I’ve taken photos of this cutie.

Third year for pics of Keesha (spelling?) She is a sweetheart. When we walked to the North Shore a year or 2 ago she and her mother Darla were with us. Her mother teaches on Helene but they live on Roatán. It’s a commute for the 2 of them every Friday and early Monday morning. Every day they walk over the mountain to Darla’s family. They live on the North shore of Helene (school is on the South shore). Oh good heavens, it’s simply beautiful there.

Our fitters were lucky, there were steps at the school, good level to work from.

Misty must have been showing them a game or photos. They didn’t want to leave her side.

These TOM’S were different, they are made of a “croc” like material. I think they’ll be beneficial for the kids who live out muddy roads (96%). They will be easy to keep clean.

I had 2 boxes of shoes balanced on one side while I attempted to catch this little guy. He was filling his pockets with rocks.

Symbolism is screaming right here.

The other boat. They brought some of the teachers back to Roatán.

The local boat marina

She lives is a house out over the water. It must sound lovely in her home. I think I would be lulled to sleep all day long.

So we’re on the way home and the tall guy on the boat asked where I was from. I said I lived here and was friends with Keyna and Woudsin in Helene. Everybody in Helene knows Keyna and Woudsin. I then asked if they knew Dr Perry? Perry Adelson was a well known dentist from my hometown, Williamsport. He and I met in the late 60’s. We hung out often around that time frame of our lives.

I knew Perry and Kay had land on Helene but I had no idea where it was until he was on island and took me to Helene for the day. I ended up spending the night, so beautiful there. Anyhow, these two guys could not believe that I grew up in the same town and have known Perry for 45+ years. Small world. These are my new friends Crosby and Eric.

Perry’s wife Kay, calls Crosby her son. Eric, in the white t-shirt, makes killer pizzas on Helene, no Roatán delivery though.

We had a fast ride home, a little wet but we made it in good time.

I was so exhausted from the boat ride to Helene and back, passing out shoes and keeping the flow of students going that I asked Bill if we could go to Cal’s. I came home, washed my hands and face, took off my Mermaid hat, raked a brush through my knots and said, let’s go. We had a quick meal there, after glass of wine number 2, I was almost asleep on the table. I came home, fed the dogs, showered and crashed.

I met Nidia at 11 the next morning to pick up the wash basins that we were using for the senior dinner and to order cups for Marlon’s school. The cups have been ordered and are in. I’m picking them up tomorrow after I take Barrio to ProVets and then pick up Lynette for our beach day.

Marlon is the Principal at Froylan Turcios school. This is the same school that Bill made a loooong handrail for the steep uneven concrete steps going up to the school. Marlon wants to discourage sugary drinks and unhealthy snacks for the kids. He plans to begin on Monday with natural fruit juices and washable cups. My friend Julie generously donated money to buy the coolers and I have enough of her money leftover to buy 125 reusable plastic cups. Normally the schools serve things in plastic bags and they add sugar to everything, even milk. He wants that to stop.  I applaud him for his efforts!

Marlon with his new cooler and thermos.

He wanted a photo of me too!

The senior luncheon happened but that will be in a post all by itself. It was an epic event. I was there for 9 hours, setting up, making baskets, cleaning chairs and taking photos while chatting with all the amazing people that came. I didn’t help with the serving because I tend to stay away from any situation that would allow me to spill things on people (no grip strength). This was the liveliest Senior Luncheon I’ve ever seen. Even the minister from St Helene was dancing when they played and sang to “Kick the Devil Out.” After I left there, I stopped at the fire station and gave Alexi the T-shirts and suitcase from Ryan. I was so exhausted that I kind of passed out, then made stove top stuffing for dinner and went to bed.

I was up early the next morning because I was finally getting my mermaid on again. Kelly was picking me up and we were going diving at Blue Island Divers, of course.

There were 4 divers plus the divemaster and 3 snorkelers. I didn’t take my camera, damn.

We dove Wrasse Hole, with a plethora of fish. Ernesto finds the teeny tiniest things ever, he must have absolutly perfect vision. He spotted a minute sized drum fish, a small eel in a hole, tiny little cleaner shrimp, lobsters and a fire worm. I found a brittle star in a sponge but Kelly spotted the best thing of all. A big turtle. It was on the surface with it’s head out of the water, then it ever so slowly descended, swimming past us all. We watched as it descended into the deep blue. Magnificent. That’s my first turtle sighting in Roatán in my 10 years of being here. We also saw grouper, a large permit and Kelly’s favorite fish (to eat) a hogfish. So sorry I didn’t have my camera.

It was a fabulous dive as always with my favorite dive shop. I equate going to Blue Island with Cliff or Norm going to Cheers. Some of you may not be old enough to get that reference. Where everybody knows your name.

Bill is keeping an eye on a project for a friend down by the water. The night watchie found 2 dogs chained together, running through the woods. They got caught in the barbed wire so the watchie separated them. One ran away and the other stayed. Now she is in love with the watchie. She’s warmed up to Miguel, who will be living there and he wanted a dog so hopefully this one has a happy new home. She will live down at the property. I met her this afternoon and gave her some worm meds and cleaned her ears. On Monday we’ll start her on Heartgard and some fipronil for fleas and ticks. If she sticks around I’ll take her to get spayed very soon.

They wanted to call her big ears, Bill said NO. We’re hoping she grows into them. They named her Bonnie. ??? Don’t ask, it’s Honduras.

Just a few more pics.

They were repairing the road, burning wood for a fire for the asphalt. At least the Mayor on our side tries to maintain the roads.

Bill and I ran down to the water so he could give the guys a ride home and I could clean the dog’s ears and deworm her. Isn’t she adorable?

This is the watchie, Martin Martinez. He adores this dog but can’t take her home. He rents and can’t have pets.

Looking over to our friends, Jaw and Brigitta’s former home. Our other friends bought property on the top of that hill. They will have amazing views, I wish they would hurry up and move.

Nothing more restorative than the ocean.

Just a few mangos. I came home with mangos and an almond. There are lots more almonds and mangoes down there. I want to see how long it takes for the almond to dry out and the fruit to be edible.  Alexi already got avocados from Mr John. It was a fruitful day.

Mr John’s avocados are HUGE

Avocados, bananas, mangoes and a lonely almond. All picked, not bought.

I’m wrapping this up, have to go put the clean sheets on the bed and relax. Hope everyone has a great weekend. I’ll be at the beach all day tomorrow, don’t hate me too much.

 

Words that fell out of my head

July 11, 2017  I lied. I said I would blog more and I haven’t. I hung around the house while we still had a worker and once he was done we started the TOMS shoe drive. My friend, the Duchess of Camp Bay’s husband was returning back to the island and I offered to pick him up. Once we got his 6 ton bags loaded into my car we did a quick stop at the grocery store for him and then met his neighbors in Cal’s lot for the remainder of his ride home. It saved me a trip to the east end of the island.

I decided to take Max with me on Monday to his first beach day at the beach on the moon. There were only a few people there and he was super good, loving running the beach and swimming in the waves.

My water baby

He loved it!

A kitesurfer came all the way down the beach but he got it back in the water and headed east.

Max had a fabulous time and was so well behaved until the beach dogs came begging for the food that was being grilled. Our dogs live a quiet pack existence, they are not mean with other dogs but I’m afraid they will follow them and not come back.

The moon the other evening, love my new camera.

Bill’s sister Kathy, niece Missy and great niece Jen were all coming from Williamsport so I had to get my rear in gear and get things done. Kathy and Jen were here 2 years ago. Karla, (my cleaning girl who just had a baby) came and gave the downstairs a good cleaning. The following week we began passing out TOMS shoes. I had to bake and clean the upstairs too. Karla to the rescue again. She came the morning before they arrived, I baked and cooked and she cleaned. That evening we joined our friends at a new Indian restaurant called Aroma. There were 15 of us in the group. It was a great meal and fun to be with our friends again.

The week prior to our company arriving, Nidia finally got the TOMS shoes from the mainland. She had a hard time getting them this year, we are usually done with the shoe drive by now but due to several different issues, the shoes were delayed.

The very first day I was joined by several friends who helped with the shoe sizing and fitting. I picked up Carly and her sons, Garret and Grant (her hubby Eric is my dive guru @ Blue Island Divers) and my friend Annie. We set off for Barrio Lempira in Oak Ridge. When we got there other friends of mine had come to help, Pam, Gail, Kathy, Kim and Paul. We took some shoes in Pam’s truck and went to Pandytown, one of my favorite schools in Oak Ridge. We don’t just do a mass handout, each and every child is personally fit with new TOMS. We measure their feet the best we can and go from there determining size. The shoes all need stretched toe to heel and throat, which takes time, before you even attempt to put the shoe on. They are supposed to fit snug because they are cotton and they stretch. A lot.

Kids moving the shoe boxes inside the school room.

Crew of fabulous volunteers who helped for 2 solid days. Thank you!

They couldn’t be any cuter!

Old TOMS, new TOMS

Fitting the shoes. With the bigger kids I stretch the shoes out and let them put them on,

Garrett and Grant and Pam taking a break.

Cuties with their new TOMS

The old TOMS, I think he really needs a new pair.

This was day 2 in Punta Gorda. Another student who wore his shoes from last year.

This young girl is Garifuna, her school outfit is different from the other students.

The students at Juticalpa waiting for TOMS shoes on day 3.

My friend Melissa’s son, Keon.

Melissa helped fit the students at the Juticalpa school. I couldn’t. My back was killing me from 3 days of leaning over.

At Froylan Turcios in the air conditioned computer room. Day 3

Day 3 (Thursday)  at Froylan Turcios. I took a group of friends there to fit the kids. Thanks to Bill, Alexi, Marcia and her worker Christian, Doug and Susan Geddes and Maya and Brian. We got those kids fit in record time.

Friday I took the day off so I could be here when Karla cleaned and I could get my cooking and baking done before guests arrived.

I picked them all up at the airport on Saturday, made a fast stop at Eldon’s and came home and got poolside. It was a gorgeous day and we enjoyed it to the fullest.

Sunday morning we left for Mega Paca at 8 AM and were there 3.5 hours. My great niece Jen was in retail heaven. By the time we left there, we came home, ate and it was time for us to leave for my friend Marcia’s to kayak through the mangroves. Kathy was going to hang out by Marcia’s pool since she doesn’t kayak. It was quite a workout getting to the mouth of the mangroves because the tide was coming in and the current was quite strong. We had a great paddle through them, we only met one boat.

Entering the mangroves

Jen, she is a natural at everything. And photogenic, geeze louise.

Boat crash (not really), perfect time for a pic of Jen and Missy.

No filters, no photoshop, this is the color of the water.

Coming out of the mangroves. The water was too rough to snorkel out to the dive buoy so we paddled over to the sandy bottom, set anchor and tried to find the reef. We did not succeed.

Afterwards we all cooled off in Marcia’s gorgeous pool then headed home to our pool for the rest of the day.

What a view!

Marcia’s olympic (almost) sized pool. It’s gorgeous.

The next day we set off for the east end of Roatán. First stop, La Sirena for onion rings and drinks.  After that we went to the beach on the moon and hung out for awhile with my friends.

La Sirena

Jen and Missy on the beach on the moon.

Jen, Jeanie, (the Duchess) and I floated for at least 30 minutes. We walked against the current, floated back, and did it again and again. It was a great day to be at the beach on the moon.

The next day there were no cruise ships so we were headed to West Bay beach. We stopped at Lisa’s to cut Bandit’s toenails. She has Bandit and Sable, 2 of Frito’s pups.

Sable would not stop kissing me. I love her, she was the only girl of the litter.

And Lisa holding Bandit.

We were some of the few people on the beach. It was deserted, just the way I like it. Jen and Missy and I went down to Infinity to do some snorkeling, Missy just wasn’t in to it so Jen and I went out into the deep blue.

Tangs and more tangs and a HUGE parrotfish

Cool coral. You have no idea how badly I want to touch this but I don’t. I’m just dying to know what this feels like.

Look at his mouth, giant Rainbow Parrotfish

Smaller rainbow parrotfish. You can see his teeth.

So many tangs

Wish I had been diving to do this swim though

We ate lunch at Bananarama and then floated in the gorgeous water for awhile.

Paradise

After we had enough sun and sand and food we headed home. I decided to stop and see my friends at Blue Island divers.  They are like my other family, love them all and wanted Kathy and especially Jen to meet them. (She and Jill both want to get certified) We sat down and had some drinks. My sweet friend Maria makes a damn good Monkey La-La! After that it was the loooong drive home.

On Wednesday we decided to go to Milton Bight and fit the kids for TOMS there. It was just  Missy, Jen, me and 2 mothers. The kids were really cute.

The kids had to wait outside while we set the room up. They were all eating pastellitos.

Drinking her sugar laced colored water

The group eating and waiting.

Jen and a young boy at Milton Bight school

This guy fell in love with Missy and Jen and didn’t want to leave.

Missy stretching the shoes, you really have to stretch them before you even try to fit them.

Missy and Jen with some of the kids from the school.

Thursday was another non cruise ship day so we went to West Bay beach again. We picked up my twin Ann on the way, then went to the Grand Roatan. They allow us to sit at a table if we eat and snorkel, however their beach chairs are forbidden. So lame. That’s why I like Bananarama.

Jen, Ann and I went out snorkeling. I ended up in the deep blue, seems I always do. Then when I turned around to come back I went to look for the parrot fish and found the biggest of them all. I was so close I could have touched him, but I didn’t. Don’t touch the sea life. EVER. No matter how damn bad you want to, don’t. (Thinking of you my friend, Rika)

And this dude. My friend said he was the size of a German Shepherd. He was big, look at his lips. He was also within 5″ of me. I so wanted to pet him and say, “you are a damn gorgeous fish.”

Christmas tree worms. These fascinate me so much, just the way they have evolved. I mean really, how did some of this shit come to be? Like Christmas Tree worms, who thought of them? They are utterly fascinating.

I love the sea

Wonder what tooth whitener he uses?

Beautiful Queen Angelfish

Sergeant Majors and there are a lot of them because the idiot tourists feed them. I kept saying, “Please don’t feed the fish, they are not your pets.” My words fell on deaf (another language) ears.

Friday Jen, Missy Alexi and I ran down to the small kinder in the valley below us, TOMS shoe delivery. We had enough shoes for everyone but we needed 2 larger sized pair so we ran home and got them. I passed out trucks and dolls and ponies that Liza and Mike brought down awhile ago. The toys were a huge hit. I doubt there was much reading or writing going on that morning.

The school has a dirt floor. The whiteboard that Bill made is in the back right (thanks to Judy and Walt for the donation) . This school is more or less ignored by the government (actually most schools are). My theory is they want to keep the people uneducated because if they get smart they will toss all the idiot politicians out on their asses. Just my theory.

This is the whole reason I do this.

I believe after the shoe thing we had another marathon at Mega Paca and Jen did get some awesome stuff. Three hours worth of stuff. We also took some thing to Froylan Turcios school that Missy and Jen brought down. The teacher was very happy to have them. They are doing a great job at that school and it’s nice to support them. It’s also where Bill built the handrail for the treacherous steps.

Missy, Jen, the profa and some of the students.

Friday was their last night on the island so we went to Romeo’s for dinner. It’s a great place on the water, except, the Roatan Aggressor is parked at their dock every Friday and ruins the whole view. It’s a 120′ live aboard dive boat that travels the bay islands. Yeah, it’s a cool boat and all but it makes the view non-existent.  Bummed. The meal was good as usual but the atmosphere certainly changed.

Not the normal view

Missy, Jen and Kathy at West Bay

And on our roof

My favorite butts. Max, Barrio and Gringo

Sad to have them go but so glad I wasn’t sick while they were here, that would have been awful! They brought some cool stuff for me, I’ll share in my next post. This is bordering on novella length.

The day our guests left I was feeling kind of yucky so I asked Bill to take them to the airport. I wanted to lay down for awhile as we had dinner plans that evening. By the time we needed to leave, I was full on sick. We had a fabulous dinner at our friends who live in a yurt. I’ve never been in one before and I was very impressed. It’s a really cool home. They are building a real house in the near future. It was a fun evening, just wish I had felt better.

Sunday morning I missed Mega Paca. OMG, I never miss going at 8 AM. I was too sick to get out of bed. And I felt the same way Monday and Tuesday. Pure crap. It felt like a tractor trailer had parked on my forehead and I couldn’t bear the weight of the load. My head was near exploding.
My remedy? Sudafed and valium. Swear, I didn’t die and I felt good enough Wednesday to take my dog and cat to the Florida vet clinic. If you have something specific that the Wed. vet can’t diagnose/treat, these guys are great. I left home at 6:30, got there at 7:30. They had massive amounts of people in line already. I said I would wait as long as my exploding brain would allow. Finally, I could wait no more and went to tell Daine. She said, wait, I think you are going to be seen soon. I walked Barrio and carried Emmy up to the check in table, within 5 minutes, we were seen. Emmy has had for almost a year a vitreous blue looking eye. The vet here said she was blind, she’s almost 12. I wanted a second opinion. The vet at the clinic said she had a corneal abrasion and gave me some drops. OMG, 3 days and I saw a difference in Emmy’s eye. And she is coming out of hiding, chasing the dogs, wandering the house so much more. I am still using the drops, hoping her eye will clear completely. I can actually see her eye and the color of it. Before it was a blue blob. I’m so glad I went to the vets and waited. Barrio is having some skin issues so he is on a special whitefish dog food, AND, we are no longer cooking for the dogs. I know, we suck. But OMG, life is easier.

One of the days I felt like crap I wanted to nap. These guys can’t let me alone. Love them so.

At the vet clinic, Ems actually likes Barrio. She even lays next to him.

We were seen, got lots of meds for both of the animals and headed home. I thought I would be nice and allow Em to roam the car, even though Barrio was in his seatbelt harness. Emmy kept trying to get on my lap and look out the window. I’m not driving like that here, so I put her on the passenger seat.

And she shit. I had to drive somewhere that I could pull off so I could open the window and toss the turds out.

Why me?

I was literally down and out for a week. Saturday we had appointments for free skin cancer screening check-ups at Barefoot Cay. After that Bill and I hit the grocery and hustled home to get things ready. Chef Carl from Cal’s Cantina and his boys were coming for the day and then home made pizza. We had a great day, Cal and Miles played in the pool, nice boys.

Sunday morning I went to Mega Paca but was only there an hour or so, I was still so worn out. The sun has been shining, a light breeze, very comfortable out. Spending as much time possible poolside.

A few thoughts just fell out of my brain, so I’ll share them before I wander off.

My parents: Mom is 91, VR 96. She told him he doesn’t give her enough money to spend to buy who knows what. Last August I cleaned out her cupboards and closets and threw away YEARS of shit that she bought. She thinks she needs more. VR told her to get a job and earn her own money.

The other night I had bacon with a vodka chaser for dinner.

I get a crown this week. Finally. No emeralds or diamonds though and 2.5 years overdue.

TOMS shoes began again this week, school was on vacation last week. I am joining in on Wednesday, still about 85% health wise.  Thanks to all of my friends who volunteered to help!

Off to the couch to watch Netflix, into a show called Gypsy with Naomi Watts. I won’t lie and say I’ll do better blogging next month, we all know how that works.