Skinning Cats

Out with the Old – In With ?

I suppose it’s a matter of perspective. – Today, I was headed to Jacksonville on A1A. There are now, “don’t bother the birds” signs, on the best beach, for flounder fishing. Another spot gone.

If you’re new here to Amelia Island, you are surely calling it paradise. Jetting around in your new car, that you bought from your northern sale, profit. Good for you. You also complain about the slow cars. You’re on an island. Slow the fuck down, dumb ass.

The picture above is, of a building; a place where we use to get our tires fixed. It’s being demolished. Now you can go to Tire Kingdom and get ripped off. I took my truck to them and said, no thank you. They just weren’t qualified to touch my truck. I have to go to Yulee for good service. But there’s a long wait.

One mile up the road, across the street from Winn Dixie are hobo camps. They hide by the CSX tracks and shoot fentanyl. It’s a sad world out there. But they too have discovered paradise. The word is out!

Everybody wants what they want. From high rise condos that are apt to collapse over time, to lost souls deteriorating amongst brown, fallen palm tree fronds. I just want to fish, and be in unpolluted ocean water. Sales and marketing didn’t bring me here. Neither did the whispers of the Jacksonville junkies.

I’m the kind of person, that runs ahead of the crowd. My good fortune has been my love of nature and dislike of pretentious bullies.

So, I will rely on my years of patience and perseverance.

I will skin this cat.

Meeeooowwww!

Now What

Life is not about never failing ~ but rising from every fall ~

I have been on the island, for 18 months. My daughter had cancer. A long fought battle to survive, ended two weeks ago. Life requires more than a will to live. She never did relinquish. Her body gave out.

She’s in my mind.

A friend wrote me a note saying; grief is pernicious.

I am going to clean my yard.

Rise Up

The silence is deafening. So much so, that I hear the mill droning on. It’s creating the low lying pollution, blanketing our island. Someone is taking advantage of this situation. The non-happening, of everyone staying inside. Of course, not all. There will always be dare devils.

The image above is of a Phoenix. I plan to have this tattooed on my back/shoulder. I have an appointment, on my birthday. That is if the parlor is open.

I have risen from the ashes.

And one day, I will fly away.

Continue reading Rise Up

The Town Hall Meeting

This was not my first and probably won’t be my last. My husband, myself, and a friend, walked out, when one of the commissioners touted his insights on the situation. He was more than I could bear.

The lights bounced of his bald head, as he sniveled and whined his opinions. His mannerisms were authoritative and condescending. His name is Chapman. His words were so disruptive to my inner universe that he transformed into a movie character; one that you know is going to have something bad happen to him, before the film ends. And when it does, the audience will feel grateful. It’s appropriate karma. Continue reading The Town Hall Meeting

Run with the Big Dogs

1.)  Clean your diet out completely for 28 days!

-no sugar, dairy, processed food.

I’ve got a jump on this one. However, I was beginning to slip, with my passion, for chocolate covered almonds.

2.)  Workout with intention

Many of my workouts have been commandeered, by the voice in my head, that tells me, to just make sure I can finish. I go, but I know I can do more!

These are the beginning instructions for a 28 day-challenge, at the 32034 Crossfit Box.

We are divided into teams. Every time we do team work and people are relying on me, I work twice as hard.

Even though I’m 25 years older, than the average athlete, I don’t feel an ounce of discrimination.

I can do this!

I have people to crush! (Which translates to, I want to be as strong as I can, and do as well as I can, in next year’s opens.)


And in the meantime, I’m still editing a wedding, noodling on my guitar, interacting with my loved ones, seeing my chiropractor and getting massages.

I feel good – move along lil’ doggies, move along.

Erin

Erin Ridell Carter – My Coach

photo credit – Luke Carter

What We Do

My PirateThis is my favorite remnant, of the recent four day festival, here on the island. I worked it up on Pixelmatr in between walks downtown. This pirate, Slappy, is a colorful character and part of the band, that roam the streets here, every first week-end in May.

Amelia Island is at the most northern point, of the Florida coastline. Across the St. Mary’s River lies Georgia. The river provided a perfect haven for the looting, drinking, scavengers of the ocean. It’s deep water provided access and security. It was a perfect hideout; and overlooked, by most. Only adventurers, found their feet, on the hidden trails and underbrush of Fernandina Beach. Continue reading What We Do

Dreams and Deeds

It’s 4:30. I hear the rain outside. I take a deep breath.

The moment is refreshing.

The tin roof, of my small, house in the hood, accentuates the sound of the drops. The wind will gust, from time to time. I don’t have to be outside to see it. The trees, in this area, are majestic and what brought me here, to my home in the hood. I don’t know their names, but I know them, personally; their colors, their barks, their moss. Continue reading Dreams and Deeds

Driftwood

IMG_5829the name of our local surf shop

The ocean holds treasures, as well as dangers. We who live on the island, all know that. Hurricane Irma is  projected, three days away from us.

I have decided to not leave. It’s not because I am cavalier and don’t believe that the force of the wind and water, can be life threatening, but so is the evacuation.

I had to make a choice.

Florida is over populated.

I think of all of the people who have lived here, from the time of the Timuquans. What did they do?