I was told that my blog is shitty. Well, what do you expect from the daughter of a plumber. The first woman to hold a master’s plumbing license in the State of Florida. Whose mother owned the largest non union mechanical contracting company in Jacksonville. It’s only natural that someone would think it is shitty. (This is my current identity crisis, scream.)
This is my spot. It’s probably the last time I will get to stand here. To be on the beach enjoying the sunset. Here where I have fished for forty years. The island has been overrun by people who love the view, but are not beach people
This is day 153 of the year 2022. There are 215 days left. And I am here in the moment. En Route 66…………….
“Think of the life you have lived until now as over and, as a dead man, see what’s left as a bonus and live it according to Nature. Love the hand that fate deals you and play it as your own, for what could be more fitting?” – Marcus Aurelius
My mother would drive us out of the swamp, to the ocean once a year. Then in 1966 she bought the beach house. – she kept one hand on an oak tree and the other on a palm – thank you Mama – Now I get to pass it on. It’s not for everybody. Thank God ~
I don’t even know what a markdown is, but there was a reference to premium content. This is premium life information. Isn’t it odd that content and content is the same and different word. Opposites. Content is marketed to YOU to stimulate interest in something that you don’t need and will create dis-content. Effective they say.
I’m no C.S. Lewis. But he did say envy is the path to hell. Think about it.
The last two comments concerning content, I wanted to Bold but couldn’t, because the first is a market content. Which I would have to subscribe and pay for. Presumably to try and make money.
The second was I wanted to italicize, which I couldn’t because it was a content Markdown.
I really enjoyed the origin of the word – from Mid-Evil Latin – to contain
An international tourist destination. The once, lonely planet spot on the map, that people were scared to go to, is now a place that people, will sell everything they own sight unseen and traipse down here. Convinced they have found paradise. The tropics.
I had the smallest snake in my shower with me. I killed it. Then I had a tiny scorpion on the shower curtain. I killed it. This was in the last week.
As I am beginning to write the monkeys have started to howl. I love that.
I have my Red Bull. Red Bull and monkeys make the world go around.
They say keep it simple, stupid. Which I think is stupid.
If you can live your life successfully and make it look simple, you are a hero. Life is tough as hell. First your born and maybe you have the good fortune of doting parents. But many of us don’t. You get kicked around. Filled with anxiety.
Bukowski has a repeated line in one of his poems’ – people are not good to people – people are not good to people – people are not good to people. Reading this, I felt I knew exactly what he meant. People were not good to me. I was a little fat. I could not speak up for myself. I became prey.