Time Changes Oh My


On a positive note it is a beautiful day at 78 ° and no storm clouds are in sight.

I am so relieved to be back home.
Ready for OUR Zoo day.
Rhea came at 4.
She said all her clocks fell back instead of springing forward. Her phone service has been out most of the day.
I was just getting up from a nice, sweet nap.

The farm is located just off of College Road, on Stock Island, at the Sheriff’s Office Headquarters complex. The smell emancipating from it is horrendous, the pond was dry and parched. Their were no animals out and about.

We walk to the entrance where I expected long lines and their were none. The gates were locked down.
I buzzed for information and when I said isn’t the  Zoo open from 3-6  ? He said “Negative” (Police jargon for a NO)  and added 1-3.

We left and headed down town Key West for a delicious homemade Tropical ice crème.

I love the Toasted Coconut and Cuban Coffee on a waffle cone.

We parked and paid $3.00 to do so.

The guy was dipping from the smallest dipper I have ever seen and I thought that will take at least 5 scoops to fill a waffle cone.
2 scoops cost over $6.00.

We left and rode further down town and came upon a little parlor across from the Customs Building. I took photos of the kissing statue and some other good shots.

Rhea said their is no place to park so she left the car and went and got her ice crème.
I waited.
She came back and said Homemade on premise two scoops $6.20. I went in and said Local and got my two scoops for $5.20.
Than on the way home, a stop at Publix for cat food and litter.
The cat food was NOT in the bag when I arrived.

Time to Ride


Since having my bike repaired I am able to ride and enjoy. Today was Day 1 of my plan to get my stamina built up for the Zombie Ride on the 25 th of this month.

THE RIDE LAST YEAR

This was my 30 minute ride today.

Two Sundays


Last Sunday

Wow, it’s been a weird day. It started out fine.
I love sitting in my director’s chair feeding all the creatures that come too greet me. Especially on the weekend with no hustle and bustle of the school kids going off on the buses that come one by one to pick them up. The garbage collector doesn’t run either so those horrid sounds are not missed. Coffee in hand, it is a beautiful Sunday morning. The sky an azure pastel as it starts to brighten up the day. It is so interesting watching the cats so amused and yet fearful to step even an inch out the front door which I am thankful for. It is quite in the apartment. I can still hear frogs and crickets from the bedroom window. The heat of the day has begun.

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Dreams entertained me until I heard a faint “I love you , Mama” as Rhea was going out the door to work at 2:45. When I did get up it was 3 in the afternoon.
So, I am feeling a bit odd. I evidently needed to sleep. The other night I had nightmares. I woke Rhea calling out to “Mommie” over and over. No one could hear me in my dream.
Than several others that have went the elusive way of dreams.
And when I do sleep soundly, it seems like I dream the whole entire time.

It’s like going to a movie that lasts all night.

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This Sunday

Last Evening

A very loud crash, the birds were just covered and than BOOM. The silverware tray I had attached to the wall with all my nick-knacks and smaller crystals came down when Minnie’s frame fell off the wall striking it. I suppose when I covered the parakeet cage the cover perhaps rubbed the frame the wrong way.

The cats woke me with crying like they had not been fed in days.

Put the crystals and other nics on the other wall.

Drama continues, too many holes in the cheese.

The Baby shower was nice. I sat out on the lounge and watched the waves come off shore.

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Dear Mommy


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Dear Mother.
As I sit here and reminisce about you, our family I just wanted too thank you for the love and care you showed me as a child. Clean clothes, wonderful homemade meals, a kind word, a shoulder too cry on. So many little things that probably went unnoticed and unappreciated at the time.

Later in my adult life you didn’t speak too me for 12 years and I always felt cast out of your life. The same way I had been casted from THAT religion.

The first time we saw each other again after those 12 long years seemed as no time had passed.

Yet it had.

Moments, laughter that could have been shared as it should have been.

Than years later being shunned yet again. Than you left this earthly realm.

You called the day before your surgery to say you loved me.

The few mementos I have from you will always be cherished. Your dolly in the bottle, your pretty embroidered handkerchiefs. The heart jewelry box with your snap on earrings that kill my ear lobes. Your original wedding band from 1945 that I wear everyday.

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Where ever it is that you are you always will be in my heart. You reside in my mirror when I gaze at myself.

Your beliefs took precedence and I can not fault you for your journey. It took me sometime to realize that indeed each of our journey’s are unique and of our own making.

I Love you always Mommy.

Sandy’s Cafe Best Cuban Sandwich


if you want a con leche coffee or a Cuban sandwich, there’s only one place to go, and that’s Sandy’s Café.

via Sandy’s Cafe.

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Photo and recipe by Arissa

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“It has (from top to bottom) Cuban bread with butter on the outside that is pressed, mustard, dill pickle slices, Swiss cheese, Virginia ham, and Pernil (which is roast pork that is shredded). So yummy”