Sunday, June 18, 2017

Happy Father's Day ~ 2017


I wrote this a few years back. Tonight, the same thing happened. Photes of my Dad surface and sink, I don't know why. Or maybe I do. Maybe for some of us, family photos are better tucked away, to bring out on random occasions when the mood is right.

Without my computer (this week, fingers crossed!), looking for photos isn't going to happen, making this pretty appropriate. Again.

Happy Father's Day to you Father's out there. And to you Mom's that do your best to fill those shoes as well? Bravo!
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Father's Day 2013

My brother called me last night to ask, do you have a photo of Dad? I answered, yeah, but they're in the precious stuff stashed at a friend's house for when I leave here for hurricane season and haven't gathered back for the last 4 or 5 years. Where's YOUR photos of Dad? I asked. He said they were in boxes he'd sent ahead to his eventual retirement and current fun place in North Carolina.


Bottom line, we both have Dad so much in our heads that photos of him, rare and special, aren't really needed on a regular visual basis. He lives in us every day, speaking out loud when we fish and cook and pick up errant trash. When we laugh or start a conversation, when our bullshit detector goes into the red line, when our heart true detector goes into the thumpbumpwatta (is that you Dad? Ok, I'm listening) wumppaapaapaao zone. 

So, here is a photo of my Dad. Somewhere very close between Danny Thomas and Ben Cartwright. And Superman.

My girlfriends who would come to spend the night LOVED my Dad. But they also said, 'Is he in the Mafia? He looks scary, and then you know him and he's not scary at all'. All four of us kids felt the same. He wasn't a tall man, but his piercing eyes under bushy spiked black eyebrows could lay you down in a second for truth. Square hands, hands that knew the silk of a 5th Avenue tie and the handles of a plow and the sweet leather of a classic car and the tiller of a boat and pots and pans.. A back broad as the world, ready to carry us anywhere. And he did. And he didn't. But he wanted to and did the best he could to get us where we wanted to go. We all make our choices. Here's to you, Dad, thank you. Thank you.

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Have a salubrious Sunday. Do something sweetly.











Monday, June 5, 2017

The Sun goes down, the Sun comes up

Sometimes when the world of humanity seems to be in the most frantic and crazy disarray, the simple turning of the Earth in the Universe can be a comforting phenomenon to embrace. 

Sunset last night in my neck of the island

Not exactly sun rise, but sun rising
To help with gazing at things that turn turn turn to every season, I got this from an email sent by Bill Kunke, who is always sending along Nature's wonders that he observes. This one is good for the whole summer! Thanks, Bill. I think I'll be putting in a lot of roof time on the houseboat. A total solar eclipse in August, viewable from the US? Mark your calendars!

You'll find the whole explanation right here!
To not lose hope is a good thing. And I think one of the most beautiful examples of that was expressed by the family of the Canadian woman who died in the London attack. I think I'd be crumpled speechless on the floor; my admiration is tremendous. 

“She had room in her heart for everyone and believed strongly that every person was to be valued and respected,” said the family in a statement issued by spokesman Patrick Audet and distributed by Global Affairs Canada. 
Archibald had worked at a homeless shelter before moving to Europe, and her family asked people to honour her memory by giving back to their communities.
“She would have had no understanding of the callous cruelty that caused her death,” said the statement. “Please honour her by making your community a better place. Volunteer your time and labour or donate to a homeless shelter. Tell them Chrissy sent you.”
Have a find the magic in Monday. Do something with meaning. Tell them Chrissy sent you.

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Almost back!

Oh happy day!! After having my brother go through many, many dance steps to get my computer fixed in the States, it's back and working well! With the new phone and a hotspot, I'm still slow but I CAN post again!

And when the new camera gets here next week (thanks, Sarah!!!!) - because yes, the old one died and was stupid expensive to fix; the tropics are hard on electronics, yes indeed - it will be, like my bro says, a country western song in reverse. I'm so looking forward to playing with my favorite toys again and sharing what happens with you, my patient readers! 

In the meantime, I've taken a bunch of phone photos, some of which may or may not show up here eventually, but almost every day is still filled with beauty to be found, despite the sometimes overwhelmingly exasperating events of the world. I think it makes it even more important to find the beauty and work with passion to keep it, no matter how small the effort might appear. We're all we've got!


Into every life...
Have a scandal free Saturday! Do something supercalifragilisticexpealidocious!



Friday, April 28, 2017

Another Culebra Thank You

Housesitting is always a treat, whether it's for a couple of days, like now, or weeks. This morning I was up pre-dawn as usual, but just meandering into my day. Check the sunrise, feed and play with the cat, head toward the coffee pot. Or tea. Never got there.



I hear the ding of text notification and see it's from my boat neighbor. At not quite 6 in the morning, this is not a good sign. Turns out a sailboat up ahead of me had broken free, well, its mooring had given up, and it was very, very close to my houseboat. That sped me up a bit!

Erin had been out with the turtle people and had just rowed back to her boat, ready for a nice rest, when she noticed the sailboat was definitely not where it should be. She texted me and came over to the houseboat, sitting on the bow to fend it off if need be. What a great neighbor!

I got to the dock and clamored around a bigger than should be there boat at the little dock, and got my dinghy going. Seeing Erin on my bow and the sailboat about 12 feet from my bow I could only do what needed to be done as I could do it. "Go slow, MJ, take your time, going fast always makes you wish you hadn't," I was muttering to myself, a mantra I'd started from the minute I knew what was going on. 

The keel on the sailboat was softly aground, but it might not stay there for long.

I'd been making calls, with one positive response (thank you, Rick of Rick and Sue!!) until I got a couple more numbers from Carmen Rosa. Chiquitin couldnt get there, one person couldn't come for an hour. It was Pedro and a friend who saved the day, as the wind was picking up and I was not thinking about taking photos. Erin and I joked around awhile but my boat hook was close to hand and I didn't even think about taking photos until it was all well and good. Rick showed up and waited with us.



Pedro and friend calmly took care of business, the same way I've seen it happen over and over on Culebra during my years here, while my heart was doing a tango. The boat hook came in handy as his boat kept wanting to kiss mine. But within minutes they were off and away, taking the boat out to what we're now calling the rescue mooring (this isn't the first time a boat has decided to go wandering in the bay since I've been there). 



Rick stood by in case of need but had already served well as moral support while we waited for Pedro. He headed home and after a bit of chit chat, Erin headed back to her boat and I headed back to Housesitting Hill. 


Thanks, Rick!!

Thank you, everyone!
I'd been back a few minutes before getting a text asking for help to get some kitties fed; how lucky when my karma balance works so fast! I'm thinking...it's time for coffee now.

Have a fine-tuned Friday. Do something fanciful. 


And check your moorings!

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Another Perfect Day for Saying I Do

The evening before was full of dramatic clouds, the early morning only less so. But then it changed into that incredible clarity we get in the islands some days, where you can almost see cars moving on other islands nearby, the water 10 shades of blue, a breeze to keep the sun from being too hot, indeed, perfect wedding day weather. Again!

Vieques is full of tucked away neighborhoods and friends I was getting a ride with took me into one of them, to pick up some beach chairs from one of their rentals. Little houses, steps from the beach, are more the norm than the unusual and I wish I'd gotten some photos of them. Next time. Chairs in the trunk, a bottle of wine picked up and off we went to SunBay, where horses roam and a wide beach waits. With some funny signs.

Best evacuation sign ever (and I'm not a beer drinker)

Waiting for the bride!

And here she is!

Places, everybody!

I do! I do!

Mr. & Mrs. Jimmy/Kat Cochran!

Another splendid feast
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And here too!
Of course the chef brings a chef's knife to cut the cake.




Then Jimmy walked around with a bottle of tequila and some wee glasses to finish off an excellent day.



I saw this sign, expecting the usual 'don'ts' but there was not much usual about this one. No horse play or human pyramids! We mean it!


And that closes out the wedding portion of my Spring into Summer. What great joy! Thanks and thanks and thanks for all the goodness, the roofs over my head, the fabulous food and most importantly, the blessing of having dear friends.

Have your best Sunday Funday ever!!

Saturday, April 22, 2017

More Wedding Shells! Vieques

It must be the season but how lucky am I to have four dearhearts making their lifelong commitments within two days of each other, both on beautiful islands, on beautiful beaches? Pretty damn lucky!

But first I had to leave St. Croix. Reluctantly, missing a drive about with other guests who hadn't seen much of the island yet, but happily, knowing I was coming to another gorgeous place to see another amazing event. That works.


Leaving St. Croix
 I hadn't been off of Culebra in awhile and forgot some of the rules. I did remember that the St. Croix airport means TSA, so a utility knife I had in my backpack was handed over to Kat at the airport. It's not a fancy knife but it sure comes in handy and I didn't want to lose it.

But. The first thing I forgot was TSA also takes away liquid larger than 3 ounces. With plenty of time before boarding, I bought a bottle of Cruzan rum (what else do you buy on St. Croix for rum drinkers?) to give as a thank you gift to the people who hooked me up with a very beautiful place to stay. The first guy at TSA looks at it and says, did you just buy that here? Because you know...etc. etc. I was feeling stupid and a bit miffed when he said, don't worry, take it back to the gift shop on this side and she'll let you exchange it for one in the gift shop on the other side of customs. Wow! And she did, opening up the gift shop early so I could make my exchange. Thanks, cool TSA guy!


So long, St. Croix! Until next time.
In the line, for some reason they had to check my computer. All was well and off I went to the waiting area. I was writing my blog post about Michael and Liz's departing ride when I realized I had yet ANOTHER knife that I'd used the night before to poke holes in the JUSTis MARRIED cardboard sign going on their motorcycle. TSA didn't catch it. I hope we all feel safer now.

DiAngelo
This is DiAngelo. He was my seat mate on the quick trip between STX and Vieques. I got him well strapped in and we looked at pictures for a bit. He told me a lot of things; he had just been to Florida to have surgery on his legs, see the scar? There are steel rods in there that must be changed every few months so he can grow. He liked the plane, doesn't like swimming much, has a grandmother on Vieques and a few more bits of interest. He might be my favorite seat mate ever. Good luck, DiAngelo, your bravery won't be forgotten when I get pissy about small things.


Hello, Vieques!


The taxi guy took seven of us to a variety of places, places I'd never seen before, some of the homes on well kept properties, in almost jungle like settings. The first was a simple, very tidy home with beautiful plantings in a huge yard, not so high above the beach. The woman who got out there had our ooohs and aaahs trailing behind her. Next was DiAngelo's little family, with Abuella in the lead. A couple who live on St. Croix were next, visiting family here. I talked with the woman a bit, they want to retire to Culebra, where they have family. Family I'm pretty sure I know. They were both really kind and she and I laughed a lot for a very short trip. Finally, it was my turn. I got out early because a refresher walkabout was a good thing. And then, there I was, where I was supposed to be. 



With key in hand, we came in and I got the 'here is where this is' tour before my friend had to get back to work. The sea in front of me, the town behind, I could just enjoy this place and this part of the island. Isabella is the part I know best and it's nice to know where to find the market and bank and farmacia. A few things were different, but not much. The colmado here in town is owned by the same people who own Costa del Sol on Culebra, so I even knew there might be my new go-to wine there and it was! It's a lot different than Costa, bigger, with fresh meats and more veggies, well, more of everything, but it still felt familiar.

Mainly though, I've just stayed here, enjoying the view, the sound of the surf hitting the sand, the cool breezes and the plantings. Lots of them. There is always something to see I didn't catch before or maybe it's just magically appeared while my back was turned. 


I don't know what it is, but I really like it

It might have rained a few drops but not much

Another 'I've never seen that before' 

Some beautiful ginger blossoms

More ginger

A very old flamboyant

Ginger this!
It's almost time to get ready to go to the wedding. Little frissions of tangible joy are coursing. 

Have a seasonal Saturday. Do something saturating. 

Friday, April 21, 2017

A Marriage of Hearts

My friend Michael made it to the age of 60 before he found his one and only. I'm so happy I got to be there!

As anyone involved in any part of planning a wedding knows, it can be a lot of fun with some crazy mixed in, ending in just a lot of fun and joy. This was no exception. Well, add in being on an island where things can be slightly slanted for a bit more zing. Like getting the wedding bouquet and watching the flowers turn to a bad imitation of themselves, finding nothing like them, and then finally finding a grocery store with roses that worked beautifully instead. Island adaptation is an art form sometimes, and Terry, an old friend of Liz's, who is a florist and not from an island, adapted with the best of us. Five stars!


Terry takes a well deserved walk on the beach before the ceremony
When Michael's told me his best man couldn't make it due to health issues, I was thinking as we were talking about who would do the honors. It turned out he had already decided; I would be his Best Ma'am. So if you wonder why there aren't photos from the wedding ceremony itself, it was because I was busy hoping I'd not drop the ring or do anything else to mar the moment (I didn't drop the ring or fall down or anything else memorable, so that worked out). I still feel honored, and know Pratt was there in heart...wishing him well.


Liz and Shannon came by straight from the hair and make-up time.
Nice work, Shannon! Gilding that lily worked very nicely.
As much as I like to talk (and you know I do, no need to add any helpful comments), talking in front of a large group of people isn't one of my favorite things. So instead of doing what I planned on doing, a bit of a trip down memory lane, I read two of my favorite poems about love by e.e. cummings and Pattiann Rogers, which officially made me done with my happy duties. Well, mostly, the rest was clean up stuff but that was fun. 

But before all of that, here's a look around where the wedding happened. The folks at Freedom City Surf Board Shop & Grill, good friends of Michael's, were amazing, as were all the friends who made incredible hors d'oeuvres (shrimp and cheeses and roasted garlic and and and), the people who did the pig and chicken, the cake, the musicians - so many who love these two made it an amazing moment in time. 

Freedom City is on the west end of St. Croix

Irie the Great Dane was chill, waiting for the food part

One of the beaches I used to find a lot of chenay on, long days gone by.

Before the fire! I really like this thing.


The goodies crew. I was drooling.
Michael was looking very dapper (okay, I've never, in 20 years, seen him in a suit...he cleans up well!), the busiest groom ever, making sure everything was just all right. And it was.




Friends were excited for this moment in his life.
To put it mildly.


And then it was time. John Macy, aka Big Beard, presided, gently getting us all in our places with bright happy faces. It was so very good to see him! 


Photo stolen from by Nicole Brown
John had all the cell phone people step back to allow photos of the ceremony with that amazing background to not be filled with everything but the center attraction. Liz's Matron of Honor was her old friend Fern, who I got to know, along with Terry, staying at the house together. She's a trip, in the good way. Both women had me laughing a lot and that is always a good sign. 


Stepping up for their first dance

I think they're in love

And pretty happy about it

What that cool thing looks like lit up

Michael was only allowed to play one song
mixing business with pleasure.
Of course, making music is his business and his pleasure.

Lots of eating and drinking and talking ensued. Two people I hoped dearly to see were there, Tito and Sue, who have done (still do!) the crab races here for a very long time. I think my arms and mouth were almost sore from hugging and grinning. It was a good reunion. Very good.

But then it was time to move on. Goodies were gathered, food was packed away, the bride changed into her bridal trip togs. Bob opted for a sign rather than tin cans (JUSTis Married), someone got some electrical ties, I poked in holes with my knife - oh my god! I just went through TSA with that!!!! oops.




And they were off! And so am I, sitting in the airport on STX waiting to go to Vieques and another wedding of heart friends. Love is in the air and it's pretty damn sweet. 

The best wishes of my heart to Michael and Liz, who found each other on the life road and that changed everything. 

Have a Freedom City Friday. Do something forever.