In A Slight State of Inebriation (Just slight though!)

I’ve consumed about a half a bottle of a “bourbon barrel aged” red wine blend that was on sale as a BOGO (you know, buy one, get one). It is one we had not tried before, but it looked good on the wine app “ Vivino”. We bought it and a cabernet sauvignon on the BOGO deal. It turns out the red blend, at least, is quite good! I lean, we  both lean, to red zinfandel wine, which is really a full-bodied red wine, so a red blend has to be good for me to call it good. This one is. (by Cask and Barrel, Rack House Red Blend. 2017).

I am just slightly inebriated, but only slightly. To be honest, I also had a couple hits of legal, medical marijuana. But I digress, just a little. Though it’s all part of the whole, I suppose.

My eyes have been getting really bad over the last year. I’ve not worn glasses, except for 1.75 readers for years. But last year I got prescription glasses, and this year I need a new prescription. The result of cataracts not yet ripe enough to remove. So, I got my eyes examined a few weeks ago, and lo and behold, they gave me a new prescription. So. Between Dan’s daughter and gk’s being here, and then Easter, I didn’t get back to the eye dr.’s til today to look at glasses.

What a friggin nightmare that was. My health insurance gives me $300 toward glasses. Since I paid less than $150 for the pair I have been wearing for a year, I thought $300 was a real deal. Ha Ha Ha.

The $300 was only available at vendors approved by my insurance, one of which was the place that examined my eyes and gave me the prescription. The glasses there were $850.00, so with my $300 credit, they’d have been over $500.

Really? When I can buy them online for $140?

I decided to go to Sam’s Club. They are basically next door to the eyeglass place. I’m going to make a long story short here, At Sam’s, they discovered a discrepancy in my prescription. I drove the 1000’ back to the eyeglass place that gave me the script in the first place. They could not correct it on the spot. They had to wait for the dr who wrote it, to come in and change the prescription. (One of the things I needed corrected was the fact that they had given me, at my eye exam 3 weeks ago, last year’s prescription, not the new one. So if Sam’s had filled the order, I would have had a duplicate of the glasses that no longer enabled me to see.) They actually called Sam’s and got into an argument with them. Like, much more interested in winning the argument than in whether or not I was inconvenienced. But finally they agreed to do what had to be done. It meant that we had to go back to the eyeglass place for a 3rd time in 3 hours to get the prescription corrected. By then, I was burned out on getting glasses, despite my inability to read the “info” on the TV screen.

However, Dan got a new pair, so that’s good for him! And at least the day wasn’t a waste.

So on the way home, I said, “Let’s go home, open a bottle of that wine we bought BOGO yesterday and play cards or something.” Because my head was splitting. I couldn’t seem to let go of the fact that if Sam’s hadn’t questioned something on the prescription, I would have ended up with a pair of glasses that did me no good.

Oh well, I was soon convinced by my significant other to let it go. Go home, look through some other sites, see what I can find online. I did so. Found the frames I currently have, which I like, after looking through 500 pairs of glasses. However, the online company doesn’t accept my health insurance so first I need to go look at a couple other of their vendors, considering I can get $300 if they have regular priced frames and lenses (as opposed to those 300% higher). After that, I took two Tylenol for the headache I’d developed and laid down for a short nap.

The day ends well. I beat him at gin, which in and of itself is just this side of amazing. Especially considering that was when the wine etc was consumed. Then we made a nice dinner of blackened grilled swordfish steak, some Malaysian Curry Ginger flavored rice (which is SOOOO good) and some homemade coleslaw.

Life here is good, even when it isn’t. Even when what you need to do is a pain in the ass, and gives you a headache, there is a place to go that lets me breathe, while I rediscover that I’m not alone.

Love and light to all.


A Night At Anchor

How many nights have I spent swinging on the hook, lazily gliding back and forth? I don’t know, really. It’s been over a decade since I’ve done it, probably closer to 15 years. Maybe more. But until it stopped, there were many. 100? 200? 500? I honestly can’t say, but many from 1980 until I left my ex in 2007.

We watched the world as it slowed down and went to bed, as if unattached to it. Observing, feeling the flow of the ocean beneath us. Smelling the salt air, feeling the diminishing sea breeze. The lights on the hotels on the barrier islands across the bay, and on the condominiums in town, situated on the water, began to come on, one by one. Soon the world is wrapped in an indigo sky, lit by the bars and restaurants on shore in my little town. We can hear the music and general reverie that is typical of any night here in Gulfport, floating across the now calm water.


Earlier in the day, I had put on my dolphin charm earrings before we left for the boat, hoping that my spirit animal would appear. It had been a long time since the dolphins greeted us. They came, and two or three of them swam within 50 feet of us for quite a while. Maybe chasing fish to eat, maybe to say hi, we heard you. Because who knows how dolphins communicate? Maybe they can sense our brain wave – heart wave activity and sort it out. Maybe I am an expert manifester. I’m not a believer in coincidence, so I assume there were forces at play here beyond my comprehension. All I know for sure is that they are a sight to behold, these beautiful, graceful creatures of the deep who also breathe air.

Then, as evening fell, we ate our dinner and skipped the wine, I think not wanting to dull our senses from taking in the full panorama of the changing world around us. As the sun lowered in the sky, and the lights began to flicker, senses other than sight became stronger. The now very subdued rocking of the boat in an almost imperceptible breeze somehow connected us to the water, and each other. Even the silence had an ebb and flow to it, connected to our very breath. Watching the sunset was an experience I have had hundreds of times. It never gets old, but it never was better than this time. For him, it was his first time, and for us both, it was very similar, as well as very individual. I was delighted to share it with him, to see and feel his acknowledgment that it was as satisfying, fulfilling, and peaceful for him as it was for me.

There was not much need for words, as we sat beside each other. Unusual, for people who generally talk a lot. But now….watching the sun fall below the horizon, and watching darkness settle over the land, feeling the rise and fall of the ocean, as it has been for the millenia, we sat for long periods of time, taking it all in. The sea was still, so still that it made not a sound. Touching, holding hands, leaning in to each other and then back was enough communication.

We broke from our musing occasionally, and took pictures to try to hold onto that moment. Darkness settled, the world became black and white. Interesting, how darkness can hide somethings, and expose others. The pictures in sequence showed how the colors muted as the sun set, and the one taken at 2 in the morning, shows with clarity the black night, the just-past-full moon reflecting on the calm water, the shoreline in the distance, lit with people’s lives.



In the morning, we awaken before sunrise, to the sound of gently rocking waves lapping the sides of the hull. We watched the reverse of the night, as the world awoke. Sea birds flying, and calling to each other. Fishing boats racing through the bay to the channel, heading out to the fishing grounds. Sky turning from black, to muted grays. The riotous colors of the bars and restaurants on the waterfront began to appear as the sky turned to pink, to orange and finally, blue as the sun rose in the sky. A small school of tiny fish broke the surface as they flitted around, looking for some food I would guess. The gentle rocking of the boat now felt familiar, allowing us to wake in concert with the world, feeling the flow in reverse, as we sat looking at the shore, opposite of the one we watched of the night before.

Yes, an old experience refreshed into a new one. I can never take any of it for granted. Every one is a joy, a blessing to behold.

Love and light to all.

A Gong Of My Own


Yesterday was my birthday. It is not one of those big ones, just a number. Birthdays never meant much to me because during my long dysfunctional marriage, my birthday was rarely celebrated. I suppose now I can chalk it up to his mental illness which I didn’t really have any comprehension of at the time. But whatever, that’s a thing long past, and I don’t want to give it my time and energy. I bring it up to contrast those years, with the two I have spent with Dan, who makes it a big deal and loves to shower me with attention and gifts.

This year, a couple of weeks before my birthday, he began researching gongs. I am still looking for a gong bath down here. I hear rumors, but they never pan out. I have begun to talk about buying a couple of them that are affordable, and some singing bowls, maybe a drum or two, and perhaps holding my own gong baths here. I feel confident in my knowledge of sound/vibrational healing. I only needed a gong to begin with. Dan found some that were hundreds of $$, as opposed to the thousands of $$$ that I had thought. So I began to plot ways to earn the money to buy one.

But the next thing I knew, one was being delivered to my door. A beautiful 30” symphonic gong. And a stand to hang it on. We set it up and began just fooling around with it, and the sounds it can make. I began a couple of on-line courses on how to play one, as well as other sound/vibrational instruments. While Dan doesn’t really buy into my spiritual path, he is totally respectful of it. He really enjoys the sound and playing of the singing bowls. I have owned a Tibetan bowl for a long time, and we also have a crystal one. He enjoys playing the gong as well.

So I am embarking on a new journey. A sound healing facilitator. It’s kind of ironic, because I have always been terrified to get up in front of a crowd. But I don’t feel any fear of this. I believe in it, having done so much good healing work myself through the gongs. I know with some practice I can bring that to others. I feel I can start with my two groups that I meet with regularly, my writers group and my spirit girls. I can bring them into my house and practice on them, and I’m pretty sure they will love it. I know of a couple places that I could rent space fairly cheaply, or I can just have small groups of 4 or 5 in my house. I could even do individual sound healings if I got a massage table for someone to lie on.

I’m also looking into learning different modalities of energy healing. Here in Florida, you have to have a massage therapists license to practice reiki. It’s a stupid law, reiki has nothing to do with massage, there is no manipulation of muscles or anything else, just a gentle laying on of hands as most of you know. But if I can perform a different modality of energy healing, and combine it with the gongs, I might be able to make some extra money at it, and I’d be doing something I love and believe in.

So, it seems, my birthdays have gotten much lovelier, and my life is beginning to head down a path that I am pretty excited about. The picture at the top is my gong from Dan. How lucky am I?

Love and light to all.

Invasion of the Body Snatchers, or Palmetto Bug Rampage

Last night I survived the invasion of the body snatchers. For real. At least in my slightly demented mind, I was in serious danger. Creepy aliens invading my house.

We were watching TV. I saw something crawling down my door. I thought it was a gecko. They are plentiful here. You cannot walk outside without seeing many of them. I told Dan, “Look! A gecko is on the door!” Now geckos don’t scare anyone. They are cute, eat bugs and everyone gets them in the house every once in a while. But Dan, whose eyes are slightly better than mine at a distance, said “NO! It’s a palmetto bug.”

I think my eyes were like saucers. Because this thing was big, maybe 3” long. The biggest I have seen here, in my house. And they give me the total creeps. A 3” cockroach…..He got up and began looking for it. We saw it run out from under my couch (HOW THE HELL DID IT GET FROM THE DOOR TO THE COUCH? In seconds?) Then we saw it run across the floor. Finally, Dan managed to find it and somehow got it shooed out the door, and slammed the door shut. When he sat down we were both rather shaken, lol, and felt like there had been more than one because this creepy alien kept running around. We settled back in to watch TV.

Or so we thought. Another large, though not THAT large, ran out from under the couch, across Dan’s foot. I ran to the utility closet and got out my spray can of roach killer. Because after all, palmettos are just a giant cockroach. Dan found it hiking up the bathroom door, and began to spray. Like, trying to drown him. I guess he succeeded, because it slowed down and then stopped, and Dan picked him up in a paper towel and disposed of him. I did not even ask him how, because I didn’t want to know that he squished it in the paper. I myself am loathe to pick up even a totally dead one, with a paper towel.

So now the score is humans 2, palmettos 0. We sat again, to watch TV. And again, I saw one running down the front door. Dan grabbed the can, which was down to just a few squirts left, chased him into the bathroom, and sprayed what was left onto this ugly ginormous bug, which can fly (!!!). This one began to die his slow death, and Dan put him out of his misery too. UGH. UUGGHH!!!

Humans 3, aliens 0.

We actually saw 3 more of these what appear to be man-eating creatures, but they were running so fast to hide under the furniture, and the fact is we were out of spray now, that we just silently prayed that they wouldn’t find their way into the bedroom as we slept. We made a note to get to the hardware store first thing in the morning for more spray.

Luckily, we were both exhausted because Dan’s daughter and two grandsons (ages 7 and 9) came in from Denver yesterday and we were so busy all day with them, that we fell asleep easily. Well, easily after we came to the conclusion that there was no place open at 11 pm where we could run out and get another can of roach killer.

So we managed to get a good night’s sleep. When we woke up and started moving around, we found the other 3 monster cockroaches dead on the floor. One in the bedroom, one in the living room, one in the bathroom. I’m taking a guess that the bug spray on the floor killed them as they ran through it. Dan picked up one and opened the front door to throw it outside, and there, stuck in the door jam, was the first one, the one Dan managed to chase out the front door, the fucking monster creepy crawly man-eating bug thing, his head squished in the jam and his big crunchy body sticking out into the doorway.


But, humans 6, roaches 0.

And now we have another can of cockroach spray. We are ready. We haven’t seen one since. Thank God.

My apologies to anyone who thinks I am cruel, or Dan. Especially those who don’t live with these creepy things on a daily basis. Just for the record, they usually don’t travel in packs. Usually you get one maybe every couple months, and they are usually on their back, legs up in the air, when you find them. NOT f-ing racing around your living room like they are on speed. Actually, they are like a cockroach on steroids on speed.

Tomorrow I’ll tell you about the damn grasshoppers that are eating all my plants. No? Enough about bugs for the time being. Just know that the tropics breed HUGE bugs. HUGE. Here is a picture, in case you don’t understand the level of creepy-ness these creatures have.


Love and light to everyone, except the damn palmettos.