I had this whole post typed out about how we survived the hurricane ok, minus some high winds and lots of rain, but then I lost it. DAMN. My heart goes out to the folks in New Orleans, as their city is below sea level anyway, and with no power, there's no way for them to pump the excess water out. I've always been a little fascinated my New Orleans, and I'm not sure why. Something about the good food, the sweaty summer, and the magic of the place. I plan on some day having Beignets and Cafe au Lait on a steamy morning, in a cafe in theFrench Quarter, dressed in a long skirt, a white button up shirt and wooden beaded necklaces. After all the thought I've put into it, I'd hate if some ole bitch of a hurricane got there before me. Like I read in the New Orleansnewspaperr the other day, "if we can make it through Mardi Gras, we can make it through Katrina". We hope so. I'm still to inlove with Key West to leave. I did have an adventure of chasing a crab out of the pool today. No where but in the Keys I guess. It must have been funny to watch, me trying to catch the things, trying to keep the dog from getting it's nose pinched, and all the while making sure I didn't flash the neighbors where I had been sun bathing in very little. I love that I can laugh at myself today.
Happy Monday

I guess my problem with bloggin' lately is that there's so many things going on in my head, I don't know where to start. I'm in this paradise of places, surrounded by ocean, and beaches, and palm trees, and more tourist shops that i know what to do with. I really like my job, it's such a great opportuinity for me to further my own business that I'm trying hard ot keep up with here. There are new people to meet, which I love, and a contentment that I haven't had in a while. Then there's the situation of the Cowboy Man, and how when he asks when I'm coming home, I catch myself before I say," this is my home for now, stop asking me to come back to that shit hole of a town and be unhappy again" I don't say it, just tell him that he should come visit here instead, and pray that there is an easy solution to that one. To off set that worry, I just keep thinking that perhaps there is a puupy in my future, a warm something to share my bed, though I have my eye on a few other prospects for that position as well. More to clutter my mind. Just when I think I'm going to explode from all that is my life these days, I stop, look around, look at the stars tonight, and hear the ocean, and love it. I love having things to do, not a meager exisitance in a nowhere town, where everyone is always bored, and never hopes to change that. I have irons in the fire? yeah, but I like it, I feel like creative things inside me are coming alive again, and there's nothing like that feeling.
Just finished up Robert James Waller's latest novel, and I'll say, he's written better. Good book, but I'm glad I own other work he's published, so I can go back and fall in love with him as a writer all over again. As Julia says, " when you grow up, you can marry him" I think that's a good idea. Need a good book, with out a sloppy happy ending? grab a copy of "Border Music "on ebay for about $.25, though I think it's worth a lot more. I'm far to pensive tonight to sleep, but know I need to get that way. Maybe I can spend some time getting thought organized, instead of being such a mental mess today. Glad y'all love me anyway, scatter brain or not.
toodles

Frangapani

I'm sure you have heard the expression 'Stop and smell the roses', well down here it is a little bit different. We have Frangapani, and no that is NOT a new STD going around. It is the most amazing smelling flower. If you live in the south you could compare it to honeysuckle or night blooming jasmine. It is sweet, pungent and beautiful. It goes along well with the other cliche you hear uttered by locals down here often, 'life is short'. I smell the frangapani every night on the walk back to my jeep from work or a night out and I suck in all I can through my nostrils and it never fails to make me smile. I worked fourteen hours today, on my feet, dead tired and I still smiled when I smelled it.
Some days I wonder why it took me 27 years to get here. Why I let myself live anywhere else but surrounded by beauty. Why did it take me so long? I know there is a logical answer to that question, but down here I let my emotions do the asking. It is amazing how difficult it is to answer emotional questions with logical answers.
My answer has evolved into life is too short and damn now I'm having a good time with it.

I'm feeling lucky

...no, not that kind of lucky, my boyfriend is 1800 miles away!!! But you're right, for two girls in the whirlwind adventure of a lifetime, we're crappy at posting anything about it. It's because suddenly there's so much more to see, so much more to do, and certainly more to drink. I wish there was time and words to tell it all, but there just isn't...that and there's a thunder storm rolling in, so I'm concerned about the lightning and the effect on the 'puter. Let me just say...it's been many years since either Julia or myself have partied hard enough to just keep going till we had to be at work the mext morning. It's one of those stories that fall under the category of " things to tell in the nursing home". Key West is one of those places that it feels small, because the island is only 2 miles by 4 miles, but you feel like you're in a big place because of all of the new faces you get to see each week. There are a few faces that are locals that we like to look at, mostly because they're good looking, but we're making friends as well. There's something about being in a new place, and realizing that you suddenly have people in town that know you!
All this to say that Julia and I stay busy in our new life, working, meeting and playing. There goes the lightning again, so more in a couple of days..
there's a saying here, thought I'd share...
if you're lucky enough to live in Key West, you're lucky enough.......I agree