Haiku No. 472: Stop Acting

Knowing how to act
Is useful, but dishonest.
Let yourself be seen


By Deborah E. Dayen


Back to My Real Life

Ahhh, peace and quiet. I do treasure that. My friend and her family and dog and cat are headed back to Daytona Beach this morning. I think they are anxious to get home.

Their houses seem to be ok, because she has that video doorbell and interior cameras so she can tune in anytime and see what’s happening. A friend has told them that her block has power, even though all the streets around them do not. Lucky. Now begins the tedious process of taking down all the boards on the windows and doors, and putting everything back where it belongs. On top of cleaning up what I’m sure is a mess in the yards. But sure beats having no power and a ripped up house.

It was fun having them really. At first I think it was tedious for Dan, because Cathy loves to talk and tell stories, and they were usually about people he didn’t know, and places he didn’t know. It was very one-sided communication for the first 36 hours. But then, yesterday Cathy and I sat on the deck for the afternoon. Dan stayed up at his house til dinner, which was nice for him. She and I just talked and talked, looked up old classmates on FB, etc. I really enjoyed it and enjoyed sitting outside. (Today that wouldn’t happen. The “feels like” temp today is 109. Yikes.

Both my friend and her son run AirBnB’s on Daytona Beach. So if anyone ever needs a decent place to stay there, they are really nice spaces. An apartment, a 2nd floor two bedrooms and a bath and a spare bedroom and bath in the main house. All very nice and close to the beach and nightlige on the beach. Just PM me at Livinglikewater@comcast.net and I can give you their info. We’re planning to drive over there sometime, maybe this fall. Would be a nice little break for us.

It’s sure nice to be back in my house, and my life. Hope there are no more hurricanes for many reasons! But it was fun to see my old friend of 55 years, and get to know her son and his partner.

Love and light, and I hope everyone is able to stay out of harm’s way as Dorian creeps up the coast.

A Refuge From the Storm

I am patiently waiting for my east coast refugee contingent to get here. One of my best friends from high school lives on Daytona Beach, close to the water, which is a little too much in harms way from Dorian. It has presently stalled out, just spinning around, trying, it seems, to destroy the northern Bahama Islands. It is so sad, and so terrifying to watch the video that’s making it out of there. This friend is bringing her son and his partner, and their dog and her cat. It will be a housefull for my teeny 912 sq. ft. house, but it won’t be flooded nor will the wind be trying to rip it apart. I’m very happy to be in a position to help her and her family.

So, I made brownies for them. And brought over some fruit for the morning, and I have bacon, eggs, and bagels for the morning. I figured we can make a run to the grocery store tomorrow and get whatever else is needed. All the sheets are cleaned and towels changed, etc. I was a little worried about the dog, a boxer, in this little house, but my friend says he will calm right down as soon as he knows us.

I sure hope this storm turns soon, and heads north and that all these preparations end up being for naught. I am pretty sure that they will turn out to have been necessary though. It’s going to be fun to see my friend. I usually see her a couple times a year but haven’t seen her since January.   We’ve been friends for over 50 years. We will figure out how to have a little fun while she’s here.

Onward, with love and light.


SoCS: The Couch

“Couch” is our prompt for the SoCS today.

I have one couch. It’s a6 piece  sectional that I bought when I moved into my dream house up north. It has a recliner at either end. Not electric, but the manual lever kind, that you have to kick the footrest in to close them. I loved this couch when I bought it. Both my son and I sat in it at the store, and said “This is the one.” It’s a cream color, covered in microfiber, and is quite comfortable, at least I find it so. Now, 8 years later, one of the seats is a little depressed, because it has been sat in every day for those 8 years, unless I wasn’t home. Comfy to sleep on, to watch movies on, to just sit and talk with friends and share a glass of wine.

However, since I’ve come to Florida, it has deteriorated. Not from abuse, at least not abuse from me. But, some fruit rats apparently found the cloth tasty and chewed a bit of the cloth off a corner of the footrest where it folds to nearly the floor level.

We had a fruit rat problem here about 2 years ago, about the time Hurricane Irma shut down my power for 8 days. Fruit rats are common here. They live in the tops of palm trees and enter the house through the roof/attic/vents. I had the guy who maintains my house for bugs deal with them and he got rid of them in pretty short order. We occasionally see signs of one, and perpetually have rat poison in those little black cases stuck in the corners of cabinets. So that’s when they got so hungry they started eating my couch. Critters are just a problem down here, and bugs. Especially in a 92 year old house that sits on blocks without a cement pad under it. I love my house, but I am so sick of critters. (Though I haven’t seen a palmetto bug in a few weeks, and that’s a good thing. They creep me out as much as the rats. Well, not quite that much.)

So the problem with my couch, aside from the chewed up corner and seat that is worn is that Dan doesn’t like it.  The rats chewing on it creeped him out (and me but not as bad)  He’s much more of a minimalist than I. He is not crazy about big comfy furniture, or lots of stuff on the walls, or chachki etc. I guess when and if we get it together to sell our homes and combinne our households into one, it won’t be coming with me.

I will miss it. It is one of the first things I was able to buy for my own home without any noise from anyone. (Meaning my ex…) I picked out the house, and then went to the furniture store and picked out my couch and my bedroom set on my own, with, again, no noise. I love them both, but in the interest of combining households, I have chosen the bedroom set and let the couch go. Besides Dan has a nice leather couch, with recliners at each end as mine does, but his are electric, making it easier to get in and out of. He has a huge recliner too, so I would guess we would take his living room with us.

I had another two couches in that house. One was a couch and a seat and a half, also covered in microfiber, though it was gray green in color. Those were in my son’s space in the basement, but were bought when I lived in a condo, my transitional space that housed us while we waited for my epic divorce to make it’s way through the supreme court. Both of them pulled out into beds, so my son could have sleep overs, a treat he did not experience much of as a kid with the dysfunction in the house. Anyway, It worked out well. I woke up more than once to find the majority of the high school soccer team sleeping on the couches and/or the floor.

The other couch was in my formal living room. It was my favorite room in the house, with high vaulted ceilings and two skylights, and a big picture window looking out on the front yard. The plants loved that room, with the natural light from the skylights. It was strong and angular. The stairs were on one side, and at the top you could oversee the living room from the hallway which provided a platform with a rail on one side. I had a matching chair, and an old fashioned chaise lounge, padded and comfortable, perfect for reading in that bright sunny room. I rarely used the room for anything else. Sometimes my book club would meet in there, or other groups of friends. Usually it was my family room, and my big comfy sectional that hosted those get togethers.

All in all, a couch has always been where I hung out with the people I loved, at least, those 3 couches. Here in Florida, the sectional is the only one I have, but it is where my writer’s group meets, where my spirit girls meet, where my friends sit when Dan and I play the gongs for them. It’s where he sits in the night when he can’t sleep, it is where I fall asleep watching TV with him. It is where a lot of talking takes place, and laughter. It was a soft place to land a few times too.

A lot of good memories. I will miss that couch.


This was written as part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt.  If you’d like to participate, please go to Linda G. Hills website for a list of the parameters, and other rules, at https://lindaghill.com/2019/08/30/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-august-31-19/

Getting Ready for the Hurricane

Another hurricane is slowly approaching. We’ve spent the last couple days preparing, making sure we had food and water and gas and whatever else we might need. Like phone chargers, candles, extension cords, etc. Ironically, we just pulled the generator out of the shed about 10 days ago just to run it, and what do you know, we now will need it to run next week. Most likely, anyway. We might get really lucky and not lose our power but I think that option weighs in “miracle happening” column.

The generator works fine, so we should be able to keep our food cold/frozen. I have a gas stove and oven, and we have a natural gas grill, so cooking is no problem. We will likely have Dan’s family here, his brother and mother, since they are in flood zone A, about a half-mile from the Tampa Bay as the crow flies, and the development is situated on a small lake that is part of the inland wetlands down here, designed to take up the slack on high storm tides. Still, 10’ above sea level is not much, as compared to my “towering” 22’ above in flood zone E. They are predicting a LOT of rain, 15” in 24 hours or so, for the Tampa Bay area, no matter which way the storm goes. So flooding will likely be a problem, which could cause our water supply and sewers to be affected. I sure hope not, but we have supplied ourselves with plenty of drinking water to get through the days to come.

Our boat is in my front yard. We have tied it down securely, removed all the canvas, and can’t do much more than that. My son asked me how we’ll protect it, and I told him if the wind is strong enough to pick up 9000 lbs, then we will let it blow over and take the insurance money, lol. But I doubt that is a worry.

Today, I’ve just been cleaning, doing laundry, trying to prepare for others to be here in the house for a few days. One of my friends came over in the middle of the day, and we shared some wine and talk, it was a nice relief from all the hurricane talk. All the news agencies report on the worst case scenarios for the dramatic effect, and usually nothing lives up to those. Witness the last one, Irma, which was dead-heading for Tampa and took a hard right, saving us from devastating storm tides and terrible winds. Though we still had Cat 1 or 2 winds, and lost our power for a week. And, the storm was so strong that it sucked the water out of Tampa Bay, leaving schools of thousands of fish laying in the sand and mud, unable to keep up with the speed at which the water was emptying out of the bay. The flooding was minimal for that storm, but we are guessing that it could be much worse with this one because the storm is moving so slowly and has so much rain with it.

Ah, the joys of living here. A lot of my close friends from up north have been calling and texting me today, reassuring themselves that we are out of harm’s way, and we are, as much as can be. Feel totally blessed by the awesome friends I have. The east coast, where I have some high school friends, is the one getting hard hit. Just hoping for them it is not as bad as they predict.

I’m heading over to Dan’s for a couple nights. I’m trying to keep this house clean until it fills with people. One bathroom with 4 people is a real pain. But we’ll manage. Love and light to all.