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.

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.

Simple Sunday ~ Culebra

Hidden not secret

Respite from the blazing sun

Cool invitation

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!