Saturday AM hit the road in fog. Road conditions on I75 south- not too bad. A little lackluster across Alligator Alley - spotted only a few gators - but then, it's winter.
Road condition in Miami - not bad at all - for a change. A pit stop at the mall in Kendall. Great lunch at an Italian place and we ate outside with the dog. The parking lot was scary - angry people looking for a place to park. Lots of horn honking and a few space fights? Whatever - get a life. One man stood in an empty spot saving it.
Thr Ramada Inn in Florida City - not bad for the price. Right next door an outlet mall and found a GREAT divers warehouse. Bought a shorty wetsuit for 30 bucks. The hotel room coulda shoulda been a little cleaner but for a one night stand it was okay. And I have seen a lot of bad hotels. Will check out their breakfast (free) in a few and head on down to Key West. Can't wait to get in the water and try out my new wetsuit.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Returning to the sea
The old year is coming to an end as the New Year is ready to descend upon us all. Some will celebrate with fireworks; some will let the New Year slip in quietly. I have my list ready for the New Year. My QUESTS, my dreams, my inspirations swirl inside my half-empty head.
I will sit at the edge of the earth or more precisely the edge of Florida and watch the sun rise and set. Mile marker 0 will be my destination and my beginning. I will watch the waves crash against the rocky beach and toss out to sea all my broken promises and missed opportunities. I will laugh and cry. I will dream and parts inside will die. I will reach out my hand and pull it back for lack of failure.
The sea will whisper to me her lullaby and it will repair my shattered soul. My tears will become one with the salty sea and my sadness will be washed away with the tide. My smile and contentment will shine along with the sun and the blue sky.
The New Year will begin and I will be swept away with hopes and desire.
The sea she calls to me – soothes me and protects me – sets me free – and inspires me.
I will sit at the edge of the earth or more precisely the edge of Florida and watch the sun rise and set. Mile marker 0 will be my destination and my beginning. I will watch the waves crash against the rocky beach and toss out to sea all my broken promises and missed opportunities. I will laugh and cry. I will dream and parts inside will die. I will reach out my hand and pull it back for lack of failure.
The sea will whisper to me her lullaby and it will repair my shattered soul. My tears will become one with the salty sea and my sadness will be washed away with the tide. My smile and contentment will shine along with the sun and the blue sky.
The New Year will begin and I will be swept away with hopes and desire.
The sea she calls to me – soothes me and protects me – sets me free – and inspires me.
Friday, December 28, 2007
Pillow Talk
Once upon a time in a land not too far away (actually it happened right here and now) (well, actually not right here and now, it was the day before yesterday) there lived a man who had a pillow. It was not your average pillow and I suspect not your average man. I guess the word 'average' is not very descriptive or accurate. We all know men are not average. Well, at least not seen in their own pretty blue eyes.
Apparently this man was secure enough in his manhood that he could have a pillow - like this one. It was a red satin heart shaped pillow filled with those tiny little beads that you hope never come out of that cute little red satin pillow and make messes all over the house. They cling and stick to anything and everything like chocolate to the tongue and they multiply like wild rabbits. So that describes the pillow. Describing the man is much more difficult.
The little red satin heart shaped pillow accompanied the man to bed every night and traveled around the country and back again. Once it was left at an in-laws house and it had to be overnighted back to him. Another time it was left unoticed for days at a friends house and the man searched relentlessly for the much loved item. Another time, another trip it was left in the trunk of the car overnight. Once it was left out in the rain and the dog used it for a cushion or perhaps a fire hydrant?
The little red satin heart shaped pillow began to show its age. Repairs were made on the soft squishy pillow. White thread sewing up a small tear near the curve. Grey duct tape covering the large chunk missing from the dog episode. The red satin sheen long gone and the cloth was wearing thin in certain spots.
The dutiful wife suggested another, nicer, better smelling pillow as a replacement. But the man would never even consider relinquishing his little red satin heart shaped pillow. He hugged it closer when these comments were made. It seemed he and the little pillow were mates.
Sadly, just two days ago the little red satin heart shaped pillow was left at a motel along the interstate. It's return is not likely. So the man must go on without the little red satin heart shaped pillow that has been by his side for all these years. He must tuffen up and face the consequences of the little lost pillow.
And the dutiful wife will search out a new pillow similar to the old one - looking and smelling much better and present it to the man. And they will live happily ever after in a land where pillows give a man character and obsessions.
Apparently this man was secure enough in his manhood that he could have a pillow - like this one. It was a red satin heart shaped pillow filled with those tiny little beads that you hope never come out of that cute little red satin pillow and make messes all over the house. They cling and stick to anything and everything like chocolate to the tongue and they multiply like wild rabbits. So that describes the pillow. Describing the man is much more difficult.
The little red satin heart shaped pillow accompanied the man to bed every night and traveled around the country and back again. Once it was left at an in-laws house and it had to be overnighted back to him. Another time it was left unoticed for days at a friends house and the man searched relentlessly for the much loved item. Another time, another trip it was left in the trunk of the car overnight. Once it was left out in the rain and the dog used it for a cushion or perhaps a fire hydrant?
The little red satin heart shaped pillow began to show its age. Repairs were made on the soft squishy pillow. White thread sewing up a small tear near the curve. Grey duct tape covering the large chunk missing from the dog episode. The red satin sheen long gone and the cloth was wearing thin in certain spots.
The dutiful wife suggested another, nicer, better smelling pillow as a replacement. But the man would never even consider relinquishing his little red satin heart shaped pillow. He hugged it closer when these comments were made. It seemed he and the little pillow were mates.
Sadly, just two days ago the little red satin heart shaped pillow was left at a motel along the interstate. It's return is not likely. So the man must go on without the little red satin heart shaped pillow that has been by his side for all these years. He must tuffen up and face the consequences of the little lost pillow.
And the dutiful wife will search out a new pillow similar to the old one - looking and smelling much better and present it to the man. And they will live happily ever after in a land where pillows give a man character and obsessions.
Friday, December 21, 2007
See me Feel me
The sea
She calls to me
With her elegant melodies
and hypnotic healing powers
She tugs at my heartstrings
Rejuvenates my body
Electrifies my soul
Mellows my weary mind
Soothes my harsh thoughts
Inspires my enthusiasm
Her glow descends upon me
flooding me with rapture
Brightens my spirit
Charges my batteries
Calms my fears
Heightens my dreams
Dries my tears
Renews my hopes
And the sea she sets me free
while holding me close to reality
She calls to me
With her elegant melodies
and hypnotic healing powers
She tugs at my heartstrings
Rejuvenates my body
Electrifies my soul
Mellows my weary mind
Soothes my harsh thoughts
Inspires my enthusiasm
Her glow descends upon me
flooding me with rapture
Brightens my spirit
Charges my batteries
Calms my fears
Heightens my dreams
Dries my tears
Renews my hopes
And the sea she sets me free
while holding me close to reality
Thursday, December 20, 2007
War, Terrorists and Freedom
SIGN IN A STORE WINDOW
"WE WOULD RATHER
DO BUSINESS WITH
1000 ALQAEDA TERRORISTS
THAN WITH ONE SINGLE AMERICAN SOLDIER!"
This sign was prominently displayed in the window of a business in Philadelphia . You are probably outraged at the thought of such an inflammatory statement. However, we are a society which holds Freedoom of Speech as perhaps our greatest liberty.
And after all, it is just a sign. You may ask what kind of business would dare post such a sign.
Answer:
A Funeral Home(Who said morticians had no sense of humor?) You gotta love it!!!
God Bless America
"WE WOULD RATHER
DO BUSINESS WITH
1000 ALQAEDA TERRORISTS
THAN WITH ONE SINGLE AMERICAN SOLDIER!"
This sign was prominently displayed in the window of a business in Philadelphia . You are probably outraged at the thought of such an inflammatory statement. However, we are a society which holds Freedoom of Speech as perhaps our greatest liberty.
And after all, it is just a sign. You may ask what kind of business would dare post such a sign.
Answer:
A Funeral Home(Who said morticians had no sense of humor?) You gotta love it!!!
God Bless America
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