Life In Florida, So Far

This morning, after that beautiful sunrise, I came home and was kind of wanting to run out to Walmart, for some hand soap, and a few odds and ends. I was in the bathroom and looked down and saw a huge bunch of ants in one corner of the door frame. I looked closer and saw that there was a 1/2” hole where the tile met the threshold, that was not caulked. I watched the ants run up and down that hole. I had ant killer for outside, but nothing for inside the house. Needless to say, I was off pretty quickly to Walmart to pick up ant killer and a few other things. Tonight, no ants! Yay! Mission accomplished.

Which leads me to the issue of bugs in Florida. MAN. They have sum ginormous bugs. Locusts, real locusts. Big grasshopper things. You don’t think about stepping on one, they are so big. Eww. Squishy mess. Cockroaches, they are also ginormous. I have not seen one alive, thank God. But dang…..they are scary.

These are offset though by the cute little lizards that run around everywhere. You can’t leave your door open while you run out to your car, because they’ll run right in. Not that they do any damage. But they eat a lot of bugs outside. They are cute, like little geckos. Everyone

I think I’m down to one box left, that is not Christmas or jewelry making stuff. I unpacked pictures today, and boy did I miss my son. I can’t wait til he comes to see me in January. I have to decide where to put all the family pictures. In fact, I have to figure out where to put all my artwork. Mostly things my sister has painted, but some of them are large paintings. And the Georgia O’keefe Lake George print. It was over my bed in my old house, but can’t go there in this house. It’s a big print, so will require some thought.

It’s so nice to not be working. Just so nice. To not have to go to work every day. I’ve been so busy, I haven’t really started a new routine, but I certainly don’t have my old routine either. I’m trying to make the sunrise into part of my routine, it does me a lot of good to start the day that way. It’s really nice to need something at the store, and just go. And it’s even nicer that everywhere I need to go is within 5 miles of my house. Nice that drinks are so cheap at the bar too.

I talked to my “going-out partner” at home tonight. She moved the same week I did. She only moved to another town in CT, but she had tons more to move. Both her adult daughters live with her. But boy did we have some moving stories to compare. I know she’ll be down to see me this winter. I do miss my friends. That’s the hardest thing about moving.

I like it here, it’s the lifestyle I love. It’s a town of old hippies, very laid back. Artistic, creative, writers. Weather that allows flip-flops and shorts year round. I have 4 pairs of jeans for long pants. Hoping I don’t need them. I’m not crazy about 100° humid heat, but I love the balmy nights that come with them, when you can sit outside and sip on a glass of wine into the wee hours of the morning.

And of course, being so close to the ocean is my life long dream. I always felt the ocean was my second home. I’m far enough from it that I’m not in the flood plain, close enough to walk there if I wanted. Pretty nice. 🙂

Love and light, everyone.

This Morning

Sunrise this morning was beyond beautiful. I took pictures, again, I have so many pictures of sunrise down here.

I meditated, but honestly, was afraid I would miss the picture being painted for me like a gift. This morning I only saw one person on the pier fishing. Everyone else was taking pictures. Some were serious about the pictures, you could tell, they were waiting and looking for the perfect moment. Some were like me, just trying to record the moment, and then staring silently into the glow, trying to absorb it.

Enough waxing poetic, lol. Here are the pics. Hope you enjoy them, and feel a little of the grandeur.

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Arrival at the pier

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As the sun rises

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Thunderheads to the south, over St. Pete Beach.  There were bolts of lightning visible too.

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This speaks for itself.

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Finally, the sun peeks above the horizon.

Love and light everyone.  Have a wonderful day.

What If I Think I Can, But I Can’t?

I went out with my friend tonight to St. Pete Beach (the real high rent district) and watched her and about a dozen other people get up and sing karaoke tonight. We were seated at a piano bar, a bar in the shape of a piano. And where the keyboard is there was a guy named Ron, who ran all the karaoke equipment and also played the sax with some of the people who sang.

I did not sing. I do not sing, lol. But then again, some of the people who sang, do not sing, lol. I just thought wow, that is awesome that they have the guts to try it, to do it, even if they can’t carry a tune for the life of them. I thought, what if they think they can do it, but get up there and can’t? I would be afraid of that. Putting my name on the list of singers, and then when I got up there not being able to sing, or whispering, lol.

I’ve had that feeling once or twice in my life, thinking I could do something  and then found out at the 11th hour that I cannot.  There are things I know I can do, things I think I can do but when push comes to shove, find out I can’t, and things I can’t do, and know I can’t.  Singing in front of a bunch of people is definitely one of those things I can’t do.

It started thunderstorming while we were there. We were right by the water, and there was quite the electrical storm going on. It absolutely poured for about 15 minutes. But by the time we left at about 10, it was over, and seemed to have cooled down considerably. It was 98 in my car when I went to pick my friend up at 5. Crazy hot.

I’m home, and going to bed. It was fun, it was good to get out of the house. Better yet, we bought drinks during happy hour, so two drinks cost us each $5. Total. Crazy cheap.

Love and light, all.

Sunday Morning Updates

Best nights sleep since I’ve been here. Fell asleep easily, slept through the night. I got about 7 hours of sleep. Feels so good. Especially after the nightmares of the previous night, which had me in a subdued mood all day yesterday.  I was a little homesick yesterday, but this morning feeling better about it.  Back to the bigger picture, and know my friends will be down here to see me.

Today I’m heading to Home Depot for garbage cans, and to price up some windows for my house. I have to replace about 5 of them. The rest of the day will be more unpacking. I think I can clear out my kitchen today. At least that’s the goal.

I think I’m going to Bill’s Clam Shack with my friend tonight. She’ll sing, I will buy one glass of wine, which is so remarkably cheap down here, compared to CT, because the taxes on alcohol are so much lower. That will be fun. I need to get out, and meet people, and my friend knows people everywhere we go.

I’ve never lived in an area that has major league sports teams, but Tampa, which is about 10 miles away had a lot of them. Today is the home opener for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers, and OMG, it’s all I hear about if I turn on the local news, lol. My son has the same experience with Denver, and the Broncos. Probably even more so there. Different experience.

I think I’ll get dressed and head down to the water again. I so love watching the sun come up, it starts my day in such a good place. It’s also nice to walk in the early morning. It’s not so hot, and I’ve lost a couple pounds since I’ve been here. If I could lose 8 or 10 more I’d be where I want to be.

Life is good. Love and light.

Took a Day Off

I took a day off today from unpacking. Maybe I should not have because tonight I wish I’d gotten something done. But there were some big tag sales, and then it was free admission day at some of the great museums in the area.

There was nothing at the tag sales. I can’t buy anything, I have too much stuff to unpack. I told my friend, that “this whole place looks like my house.” It did.

Then we went to the St. Petersburg Museum of Fine Arts. It’s a lovely museum with Monets, Georgia O’keefes, a lot of antiquities. We only walked through half of it. I was on sensory overload after half. We went back to the car to find a $35 parking ticket. Apparently we were in a “loading zone” where the parking is limited. But the signage was quite confusing. We’d seen the sign and thought it refered to the area ahead of us which was a driveway. Not the carefully painted out parking place that we parked in. So much for a free day, lol.

We rode through the arts section of St. Pete to get there. It is pretty, somewhat upscale, and there are many galleries, one of which my friend is signed up with to show her paintings. The museum is right on the harbor, a beautiful park like setting. I was glad to go, and I drove. To learn my way around a little bit more.

My friend wanted me to swim with her in her complexes pool, but she goes for 2 hours. I would have gone for 10 or 15 minutes, but not two hours, despite the fact it was 94° on my cars thermometer. So I dropped her off and came home. Have had a glass of wine, some snacks, and will be making dinner shortly.

I’ve considered going to the pier to watch the sun set over St. Pete beach, but am opting out of it. Not tonight. I am needing to find some peace in my own space at the moment. There is a bit of reality setting in here, that even though this is where I want to be, this is how I want to live, I can’t go back. I can only go on in the direction I’ve set out for myself. Tonight, I am missing my old peeps though. Wishing my sister were down here. Missing parts of my old life.

There’s some adjustment, it’s not all easy. That’s all.

Bus. Busy. Business. Omibus. Busted. Bush. Bushwacking

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This post was written for the Stream of Consciousness Saturday writing prompt, SoCS, hosted by Linda G. Hill.  If you go to this site, https://lindaghill.com/2016/09/23/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-sept-2416/  you will get all the info should you wish to contribute.

The prompt this week was “bus”, to use as a word itself, or contained in a word. This is my attempt.

Bus. Busy. Business. Omibus. Busted. Bush. Bushwacking.

It’s been busy, of late.
Driving across country
Not in a bus.
In a car
With my son,
With my friend.

Moving.
The story of why
is an omnibus.
The reasons are varied,
And somewhat unrelated.

It’s a great thing,
To be able to just pack up and move
When and where you want.

It’s a great thing,
The business of options.
Leaving behind memories
Memories that bust my heart
Wide open.

They are not so intense here.

At times I want to recreate them.
For a moment.
For the business of longing to be abated.

That bus carries more pain in it’s cargo.
The past can’t be resurrected.
It creates the present,
And the present is different.

Some memories
I brought with me,
I never want them lost.
I never want to have to go
Bushwacking to remember
How those things felt,
Or what caused them.

Happiness runs like a bus.
Careening through the streets
Of my life.
Showing me new paths
New directions.
A new way to live.
It’s a great thing,
To be free.

By Deborah E. Dayen

Hard Night, Beautiful Morning

I slept hard last night. Nightmare, of hate and anger. Displaced, afraid. Real fear that they were coming to get me, and that I would die in their hands. (I don’t know who they were, maybe Nazi’s.  With tanks. And soldiers marching.)  Then, in the dream, I told myself I was dreaming. And that I could combat their hate and anger and fear with love.

I did. I turned the tide, I sent the fear packing, I taught them that they deserved love, and they lay down their arms.

Still, it was a hard and terrifying dream.

Not sure what brought it on. Probably some deep-seated stuff, from the past.

Whatever. This morning I awoke early, around 5:30. My room was cool, I could hear the faint hum of the ceiling fan. I tried to go back to sleep but decided about 20 minutes later that that was not happening. I got up, tried to write, and did, but not sure it’s worthy of publication. I need to re-read and edit.

I decided it was time for me to see the sunrise here in my new hometown. So I quickly got dressed in my bathing suit top, and a skort, and drove the short mile or so to the beach. I parked along the street, as the first rays of dawn broke the sky.

There is a long fishing pier on the beach. I headed down the pier, into the gray and pink early morning light. The pier was dotted with a few fishermen, people walking dogs, people exercising. But not more than a dozen people in all. They all greeted me, everyone, with a “Good morning.”

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Felt like I was taken into a brother/sisterhood, of people who love the morning. I walked to the end of the pier. I guess it’s maybe 500′ long? I’m a bad judge of distance.

On the way, I passed a gull on the rail, so still I didn’t think it was real. He just watched me as I passed by. Then, a great blue heron flew in and landed on the rail, about 100′ in front of me. As I approached, taking my camera out of my pocket, it flew away.

I got to the end of the pier, and sat on a bench. I was alone. I set my cup of coffee next to me and closed my eyes and just breathed. Tried to take in that this was now my home. Listened to nothing but the sounds of the sea birds, and worked at finding peace again, the remnants of that nightmare still on the fringes of my psyche.

When I opened my eyes again, the sky to the east was breaking dawn. Turning the clouds pink, and gold. It is something I will never tire of, seeing a day come in over the water like that.

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There were a lot of boats anchored in the bay, many with their dinghies laying in the water behind them, signaling that they were aboard. I thought how lovely a place to anchor out. One boat had two dinghies behind it. I made up a story in my head of people coming from one boat to the other, drinking wine and talking late into the night, too late and too dark to find their way back to their own boat, and staying with friends instead. Like Van Morrison’s song, “So Quiet in Here”. “this must be what paradise is like, so quiet in here….”

After awhile, two women came walking past my bench, and struck up a conversation. One of them had a dog, she did not stay long, her dog was anxious to go. But the other woman and I talked. She’s lived here for 20-something years. She used to live in Philly and Martha’s Vineyard. We talked about the Vineyard, and the breach that happened about 8 years ago in the south beach, and changed the whole nature of Katama Bay, and made Chappaquiddick a real island.

She walks often, she said, so maybe I’ll see her again there. Her name was Mary.

I got up and walked back down the pier Most of the fishermen had gone by then. I walked along the sidewalks, past what says is a casino, but is really a dance hall now, advertising lessons and dancing in fox trot, tango…ballroom dancing, for $8. No partner needed. Might be fun to learn the tango. Outside is a sculpture which says this town is Florida’s best kept secret. I’m beginning to agree. I walked past the permanent beach vollyball courts, and along the beach for a while.

As the town woke up, I headed back home, to record this, my first sunrise here. What a lovely way to start the day. I think it may become a habit.

Love and light.

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.