Leaks and Bad Outlets, Oh No

I’m kind of wondering if I’ll ever be completely moved in. I suppose I will, but it feels endless right now. Not complaining, really, just worn out.

Day before yesterday, I found the lamps that go on my nightstands. I plugged them in, they did not work. I switched outlets, I flicked switches, and finally brought in another lamp that worked in another room and found that it would not work either.

In my bathroom, there’s a light over the bathroom sink that was missing a bulb. I got bulbs today, and put one in and it went on. There are 2 light switches in the teeny bathroom, and neither of them turn the light out.

I guess I need an electrician.

Back to the bathroom. The hot and cold water are reversed. And there’s a leak in the drain under the sink. I haven’t gotten down on the floor to check out the leak yet. But the hot and cold water, I am pretty sure I’ll need a plumber for that.

I bought groceries today, for the first time. It’s nice to have more than a yogurt and a frozen pizza in the fridge. I also bought all that stuff I needed, like a new shower head. Yesterday I went to take my first shower here, and there was no pressure in the shower head. I walked away from it for a moment, and it shot off the wall, across the tub. Glad I was not in there for that. I think it would have hurt. Anyway, so I bought one, and a bunch of other odds and ends. Light bulbs, nails, hooks, stuff….

When I got home I put in the new shower head. Pretty simple thing to do actually. But it leaks slightly, I was advised to put some teflon tape around the threads and it will stop. I got one of those poles that goes in the corner of the tub, and has shelves on it for shampoo, etc. I put it together this afternoon. So my shower is now at least working.

And then I unpacked 3 ginormous boxes of kitchen stuff. I guess I’m beginning to see daylight in there. But boy am I tired tonight. Gonna be an early night for me. Tomorrow I’m going to some huge tag sale, and see if I can find a few of the things I need for my house. Kitchen table, deck furniture, bed frame for my guest room.

Right now all I want to do is sleep. I gotta say it is so nice to have autumn show up, and not be fearing the friggin frozen winters of New England.

Love and light.

An Evening Out

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The evening air was sultry.
Sea breezes blew across our shoulders
from the bay
From beyond,
Giving us respite from the heat of the day.

Quiet music charmed the diners
As we sipped our tea
And carried on intimate conversations,
Or laughed together,
And met new people,
Under the lights strung through the trees
Like twinkling stars.

We clapped our hands
For the singers
Who got up and sang for free
For the joy of singing.
Only happiness and contentment
Filled the air.

Sometimes it’s not that way
Sometimes it’s more raucous
With singers belting out the blues
Or rock and roll,
And people dancing.

But not that night.
That night was just laid back
And perfect.
Evoking memories
Of hot summer nights
In another life
Long ago and far away
And intimate conversations
Under the stars
With people that I loved,
Still love.

There is a continuum,
From then to now.
The energy and the love survive all,
Love always, and all ways.

Slightly Hung Over, Still Amazed

A slight, very slight, hangover this morning. I had my own little celebration last night, watching TV til late (1 AM), chatting with a close friend who lives in Montana, and is also moving into her own perfect dream place on the side of a mountain. We are both leaving so much painful stuff behind us, we both have houses that are, numerologically, 11’s. 11 being the number of powerful energy portals, of new beginnings. We talked for 2 hours, lol. She was so happy about her move that she could barely talk for a few minutes. I get that. I’ve been there.

I met her in the online community I belonged to for survivors of abuse. We are both about 10 years out of that horror, we both have kids who were also abused horribly. And now we are both moving into a place where that will be behind us, completely. Joy, just joy.

It’s amazing to me, how the distance actually DID leave so much of the old ugly crap behind me. As if it was a different life, as if it were as long ago as high school. My ex, who I had a flurry of calls from before I left, has not tried to reach me in about 2 weeks. I am hopeful that he’ll have no reason to contact me in the future. I know him well enough to know he is envious, and that he still thinks that everything I have is really his, so is most likely harboring some anger. He makes me sad, that he allows his life to be the way it is. As for S….well, I would have liked the ending to be different than it was, but I get where his life is at. There is no more pain associated with that situation either.

Looking forward to seeing my son on Facetime this morning. It’s kind of surprising, how I miss him terribly but it is also freeing, to know he’s on his own, taking care of himself, to know I can go to the store, and just buy what I want to eat, lol. I keep telling him when he gets his own place, and fills it with things that he considers his own, that he will be able to begin to feel at home. It just takes time. He’s going hiking sometime in the next day or two with a friend from high school who also lives out there, and I think that will bring him a lot of comfort, to just touch base with someone else who grew up in his town.

Time for me to get dressed and begin the unpacking marathon, lol. Now that I have my stuff, I can’t wait until it’s all put away.

Life continues to amaze me.

Love and light, all.

Thundering

I started changing into my nightgown. Which wasn’t too much of an effort, it was in the small carry-on bag. As soon as I got undressed, I heard a huge clap of thunder. It does this all the time here. I would have to say usually, you don’t get the rain that accompanies it, but sometimes you do. Sometimes for like 5 minutes. It poured twice while they unloaded my stuff today.

So, there I am, standing in my bedroom naked, for the first time, it’s thundering, and I remember that they just set my lawn mower in the backyard. I am suddenly thinking it’s probably not a good idea if it gets soaked. I mean, the motor is on top….I don’t know, just doesn’t seem like a good idea. So I put back on my sweaty clothes, minus the flip flops because I’m so tired I don’t think that maybe I don’t want to walk around on the bare ground, or even the pavers. But the mower is on the ground, which in my backyard is not grass, because it’s extremely shaded by a huge I don’t know what kind of tree, and a palm tree. 🙂

I go into the kitchen, as it continues to thunder, and get two plastic garbage bags, because what the hell else can I use? I just moved in. I don’t have a tarp, I don’t have anything waterproof to cover it with. And I go out side, and gratefully, it is not raining here. In fact, the sun is shining. I cover the handle part with one bag and the motor with the other bag. But to do that I had to step with my bare feet, which I didn’t think about being bare until I did it, on the ground, on what looked like an ant hill. I just prayed it wasn’t a red ant hill, because there are lots of those around here, and they friggin’ hurt when they bite. Or so I’ve been told. It hasn’t happened to me yet, and I’m hoping to delay that as long as I can.

Mission accomplished. I come back in, undress again, find my nightgown, go into the kitchen to get a piece of key lime pie, which I bought the other day to kind of celebrate that I am here. I am eating it in slivers, it will probably go bad before I get half way through it, but it’s so good. I cut it, put it on a plate and realize I have no forks that I can find yet. Even my mother’s silver, I put in a cabinet which is blocked by about 3 100 lb boxes, so it is not available until I unpack.

I eat the pie with my fingers.

It tasted good. (I did wash my hands first.),

Then I poured a glass of wine. Large glass, half full. And found some chocolate I bought in CT before I started this trek. So that was my dessert after a piece, one piece, of pizza.

I am feeling unbelievably kind of free. Like I can drink wine, because I don’t have to go anywhere tomorrow, and I have no time-table for the moving-in to be done.

Although, I think I should go get something to cover the lawn mower until I get a shed for it. And maybe a bike lock for it, to lock it to my deck rails.

And maybe keep an old pair of flip-flops by the back door.

Smiling, as I stay up late and be happy.

Love and light, all.

WE ARE PUBLISHED!!! – #PoetsForPeace

#Poetsforpeace !!! Published! There is a lot of really amazing work in this collaboration! I’m so honored to contribute!

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Hello Everyone!

Michael, Marie and I are so excited to announce that #PoetsForPeace is now LIVE and PUBLISHED in Praxis Magazine Online! We are so grateful to  Laura M Kaminski and Tee Jay Dan, editors at Praxis, for giving us this wonderful opportunity and working tirelessly in helping us get published!

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Moving In

I’m sitting on my couch, watching my TV, with my feet on my floor of my house in Florida.

Finally. !!!

I am surrounded by boxes. I have no idea where everything is going to go, or, for that matter, where anything is. I cut open 5 boxes labeled “master bedroom” trying to find sheets for my bed. They were in the last one, in the farthest back corner. But I found them, and made up my bed, and I can sleep in my bed in my house tonight. I can’t find my silverware yet, lol, so I guess I’ll just use my mother’s silver service which she gave to me, and I brought down here in my car. It’s good to have utensils, lol.

It’s starting to really feel like home, though, with my stuff in it. I’ve been basically living out of a carryon suitcase for about a month. It is really good to think I may unpack it for good by the end of the week.

My son and I have a date to Facetime tomorrow. I can’t wait, I haven’t seen him in way too long. I can give him a tour of the house.

My friend Pat who lives here, came over and helped me out today. It was so nice. I am so happy to have her here. I took her out for a pizza around 4:30. She’s done a lot for me, like watched over my house for 6 months. She told me tomorrow night is Mangia Cafe night. She and her friend sing karaoke there, I will be the clapper. (I wrote a haiku about Mangia a few months a: https://learningtolivelikewaterblog.com/2016/05/19/mangia-cafe/ )

Needless to say, I’m looking forward to it. Even though I will be exhausted, from unpacking, it will be fun. My first night out in my new hometown.

I think I’ll have a glass of wine. A toast myself for getting through it all. And take a couple of ibuprofen, lol.

Love and light…..

Just killing time

Because I am alone in my sisters house and there’s no tv, no internet, so I am trying to kill time til I get tired. 

This probably sounds ridiculous, but I am very happy with the town garbage service in my town!  They pick up TWICE a week, as compared to CT’s once a week. The pick up recycling every week!  And brush removal every week!!!  In CT the recycling was once every 2 weeks!  And brush?  Not at all. 

So nice not to have to let it pile up. 

Looking forward to my first night there.  Like it’s really happening now. I miss my peeps, but they have all been busy texting me FB-ing me, calling. Grateful.  

My son called me today and I guess he had a bout of homesickness last night, first time.  I think he’s gonna come see me in January. That would be really nice. I miss him a lot. 

Well this will probably be my last phone blog. Yay. It tries my patience to do this on the phone. 

Love and light…

Getting Internet Today!

Yesterday I called one of the two internet providers for my area, Frontier, to get prices.  The girl kept me on the phone an hour trying to sell me internet, direct tv, gone security, a cell phone….Geezus. And they wouldn’t be able to install for over a week.  By the time I got off I had no time to call the other provider. 

This morning I called the other one called Bright House. In 5 minutes I had a deal for much higher speed internet and some minimal cable tv channels for less than half what I was paying Comcast in CT. 

And they are coming this afternoon!!  Whoo Hoo!  I’ll have internet by tonight. Now, I won’t have my TV til tomorrow but  when it comes I can hook it right up!!  And I’ll be able to write blogs in my computer again. 

Quite the happy camper.  

So, now I’m at my house waiting for their technician. I think my girlfriend is coming over. My stuff is coming between 1 and 3 tomorrow. I may stay here, in my house, tomorrow night!!  Wow…. Hard to believe!!  

Law of attraction at work for me. Feel like I’m getting pretty good at this manifesting thing, lol. 

It’s about 90 here today. Probably gonna rain somewhere, lol.  This morning when I walked over to the beach it sprinkled for about 5 minutes, and all I could think was, “oh man!  That feels so good!”  And idly wondered if it might downpour and soak me momentarily. I decided that would be ok too!  

Life is wonderful. Love and light everyone. 

Recording

The air was warm, and laden with moisture, delivered in a soft breeze across the waterway. 

The sky, at first, was the grayish blue of the moments just after dawn, dotted and streaked with pink and gray clouds.  On the edge, the horizon, the clouds were outlined in shimmering gold, as if an artist had dipped her brush in the sun. 

The only sounds were the gulls calling to each other, announcing their finds of food to breakfast on, the sound of the lone fisherman on the dock casting his line, likely for mullet in these parts. 

The smell was of salt water, and the life that births within it. A great blue heron flew past, and stopped on the shore, in the same place as yesterday.  A lone egret carried on its own search for food a few feet away. 

There is no traffic yet, not a single car has been seen on the roads. A few people walking, a bicyclist rode by just as dawn broke. But the sounds of the world coming awake are beginning to be heard. 

Such is the tropical morning in this small corner of the world.  And I, I am just trying to shrink small so that my presence does not affect the balance, as I record the morning in the recesses of my mind. 

Love and light, everyone.