Sunday, June 26, 2011

Delayed flights, death, reunions and a possum in the kayak

We were in Rhode Island for a few days before flying back to Florida for my high school reunion.  Our first layover was in Cleveland.  We get to Cleveland to find out our flight is delayed which in turn would cause us to miss our connecting flight in Charlotte.  We ended up having to stay in Cleveland and get to Florida a day late only to also find our luggage went to Chicago.  It was an extremely frustating few days.  We did eventually get our luggage back at the hotel in Key West.  We spent a few days in Key West before heading up to Islamorada. 

Thurs morning I received a text from my dad that simply said, "She is gone."  My stepmother passed away after suffering from Mesothelioma for almost 5 years.  There is not a cure for Meso and it is caused by asbestos.  We have no idea how she contracted this cancer.  She may have gotten from playing in bombed out buildings in London as a child or from her father who worked in a Ford factory in England.  I was just there helping take care of her.  Before I left she looked so much better, more energy and joking around.  I told her I would be back in July and we'd go to the lake and shopping like we usually did.  I really did not think that would be the last time I would see her.  My dad and my little brother were both there with her.  My dad said she started singing.  He said to her, "You know you shouldn't sing.  Your a terrible singer."  She said, "I know." and kept singing for over half and hour until her heart stopped beating.  She just wanted to live.  My dad discovered afterwards she had put extra bed pads on the bed so she would'nt make a mess when she died.  She knew.  I will never complain again.  I have no right to.  She was an extraordinary person.  Always happy, always on the go and you couldn't stop her.   If you met her you would never know she had cancer.  I was suppose to look forward to going to my high school reunion but trying to go and hang out with people you haven't seen in years after crying your eyes out was just not really working.  I was feeling like such and asshole and not very social.  The other day I couldn't sleep and I walked out on the dock at my mom's.  I layed down and started to cry.  I opened my eyes only to see the moon directly above me.  It made me stop crying.  I have never seen the moon like that with the sunrise.  Yesterday I called my little brother to check on him.  He has her phone.  He didn't answer and I got the voicemail.  It was her voice.  I completely lost it. 
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mesothelioma


The next couple of days, I am just going to enjoy the water and the beautiful weather.  Went to take the kayak out this morning.  Happened to notice there was a possum in the storage compartment.  It was quite interesting trying to get him out.  Almost thought I was going to have to make him go along for the ride.  He had quite the set up in there.  Had it filled up with leaves and looked like he'd been taking hermit crabs in there to eat.  A few more days in the Keys then back to Rhode Island for the rest of the summer.  Happy thoughts!  Wipe away the tears and continue on.................
Found a big starfish while kayaking this morning.....

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Key West, ibuprofen and It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia?


After spending a couple of weeks in Key West we are now on our way to New England set to fly back down to Key West in a week.  Hopefully, this time we will not miss our flight.  How can you miss your flight in Key West by 4 minutes?  Because you drank too much wine the night before dumbass!  Woke up to the ibruprofen between us on the bed.  Good idea.  No one wants to get out of bed with a hangover to look for ibuprofen.  No more drinking!  Currently, we are in Philadelphia and I am hoping to meet up with a couple of friends while here. 

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Nashville, tornadoes, movies, Key West and losing books

We were in our hotel room the other day in Nashville watching TV.  Normally we do not have TV so this was one of those rare instances that we did.  There happened to be a show on about a brother and sister who both survived having both been shot twice in the back as well as their parents.  Both their parent's died next to them.  At one point my boyfriend asked if we should change the channel and I said no as it was getting interesting.  Near the end of the show they explained that the brother,  Brooks Douglass became a Senator (one of the youngest) from Oklahoma.  It suddenly dawned on me that I knew this story and it brought me back to a few months ago when we were in Venice Beach, California.  We were sitting in Starbucks and the woman next to me began talking with me.  Her name was Rosie and we immediately connected.  She was from Brazil and had just recently finished co producing a movie with a good friend of hers.  The movie was based on the true story of that friend.  She began showing pictures to me of the set that she had taken of the some of the actors.  The name of the movie was Heaven's Rain and her friend's name was Brooks Douglass.  It brings to light the incredible obstacles and horrors some people have faced in life and their amazing ability to not let it stop them from living, but push them to do more.  We were suppose to meet up with Rosie in Orlando but it never worked out.  Hopefully next time.  I've added a link to the website for Heaven's Rain.

http://heavensrainmovie.com/story.php

That night I went to get my book, "Charlotte's Story" to read and realized I had left it in the other hotel under my pillow.  We were under threat of tornadoes and for some reason I felt the book was safer there and that if I had to run down to the basement I would be able to save it.  This book was also signed by Charlotte and included her Post Office box address in Islamorada.  If you have not read this book and you know anything about the Keys or want to, it is a must read.  The following is a review I found on Amazon that summarizes the story:

"Charlotte's Story, written by Charlotte Arpis Niedhauk, edited by Mary-Alice Herbert, and published by Laurel and Herbert, is a fascinating page turner as well as an important historical document of how a young couple managed to exist alone on an isolated Florida Key (Elliott Key) in 1934-5. Their survival reminds one of the manner in which people lived before the advent of electricity, supermarkets, running water, or any of the modern conveniences. Their "store" was the beach, where they would look for and find what they needed from raw materials cast forth by the ocean. Charlotte's resourceful husband Russ would make such objects as a dipper from a coconut shell with a handle carved from a Madeira limb, a windproof ashtray from the bottom of a shell, fish and lobster traps, kitchen cabinets, and even a jewelry box from a coconut for Charlotte from their "lumber store," the beach. City-bred Charlotte learned to cope with mosquitoes, sand flies, and scorpions, and even how to scull a boat. Their island home was visited by a potpourri of strange, often frightening characters, who threatened their lives and made off with their property. No one who reads the book will ever forget the couple's experience in the terrible hurricane of Sept. 3, 1935. According to a newspaper report, the barometric pressure was the lowest ever recorded in the history of world weather. Excerpts are given from Russ's diary, i.e."Violent wind squalls lasting from 20 to 25 minutes. Sometimes with wind bursts to 70 or 80 miles per hour....Charlotte is sitting on the floor in the open doorway. She saw the tide recede 50 feet before each squall, and then return with a rush. Each time a little higher. No waves visible. The wind has blown the tops off. Afraid for our boat at high tide...The roof of the old house is blowing off in chunks. I can't stop it." After the hurricane was over, the couple decided that being alone on an island had lost its attraction for them, and decided it was time to return to the homeland. At the beginning of their sojourn on Elliott Key, Charlotte seems a naive, somewhat helpless young female. It was a delight to see her grow into a resourceful, independent woman who was an equal partner to her husband. She wrote her story from notes and memorabilia almost a quarter of a century after they left Elliott Key. The first edition of Charlotte's Story was published in different form by Exposition Press in 1973. When the book went out of print, the clamor for it was so great that Laurel and Herbert republished and reedited it in 1998. This is a book for everyone, Florida Keys residents, tourists, feminists and macho men alike; in other words for simply everyone who loves a good read."

The reason I value this book so much is because my family all knew Russ.  (Charlotte had already passed)  My brother and I spent alot of time helping Russ and my mom bought an old 75 ft yacht from him that we lived on for some time.  I spoke with my brother the other day and he asked me, "Did you get the book from the Islamorada Library?"  I did.  He then reminded me of one time when we were helping Russ that he had a box of books he was donating to the Islamorada Library and one of them was............  that is correct, "Charlotte's Story".  I finally was able to get ahold of the hotel.  They have the book and are holding it for me.  If you would like to check out the book from the Islamorada Library you will not be able to because I am keeping it.  (My brother's idea.)  After I am done reading it, I'm sending it to my brother to read and we have decided to keep it in the family.  You can order it through Amazon.

As of right now we are back in Key West for the week before we head back to Nashville.  Today I am feeling terrible with a fever and ear infection like an infant.  It took everything I had just to cross the street to Starbucks and get a coconut mocha frappuccino.  Ahhh, but so worth it's awesome happiness it has given me and the way it made swallowing more ibuprofen enjoyable.  :-)

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Back in Nashville for tornados


We arrive back in Nashville for the first time in 6 months and we have tornado warnings/watches.  I'm not a big fan of tornadoes per say.  Hurricanes in Florida you have a warning, you leave, you come back to devastation or no devastation.  Tornadoes?  Bullshit!  So, the plan was to prepare.  Therefore you get as much junkfood as you possibly can.  If you are used to eating healthly and think there is a possibility that your life is in danger stick with the comfort foods.  We were thinking, "Polenta and lettuce just do not make me feel safe.  Doritos and twinkies on the other hand........."  I'm sitting here now, after eating one package of my tornado supply of chocolate zingers.  So far I'm thinkin' it's all good.  No warnings/watches at the moment, so I might as well start eating the supplies. 

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Georgia, rope swings and rednecks

Yesterday we went out with my brother and his girlfriend to a local swimming hole called the Blue Hole. This place is a dream for rope swing lover's of the world. Apparently it is so deep there are cars and a bus at the bottom. It was absolutely beautiful and the people there were so friendly and so drunk. Totally awesome! I was so scared to make my first jump I was shaking and terrified the water was going to be cold but once I jumped I wanted to keep going. What a frigging blast! On my third jump I hit a branch or turtle and now my leg is all bruised up. I didn't say anything at the time as my brother's girlfriend was terrified of jumping and I did not want that to dissuade her. My brother was explaining to me how one kid did a jackknife into the water, ended up hitting a turtle and shattering his kneecaps. The entire crowd of people spent an hour trying to convince my brother's girlfriend to jump. One dude even brought his snake out of his truck to try and scare her into jumping. Apparently, she likes snakes so it did not work. Yay finally she did it and the fun continued.  What a great time!