Another Day in Paradise

I walk over and ask for the manager. I explain the situation, telling her I have no means to retrieve the car until the first of the week when my mate comes in from fishing. She is so nice and lets me use her cell phone. I call Rhea. She comes very quickly and says cheer up Mom, Gilbert has a whole box of Krispy Kremes just for you.

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Copyright ©2012~ Cynthia Martz
Copyright ©2012~ Cynthia Martz

What a DAY!

For starters, traffic downtown was near impossible to maneuver. Very large trucks that had no business being down there were blocking the already narrow streets. Thank goodness the AC in the car was working.

I went to pull into the Social Security parking lot. I was stopped by a big burly looking guy and said there is NO parking here allowed. Bewildered, I went on again to find some where to park. I did not want to pay any of the parking spots and so I finally found a place around a block and half away, locked the car. When I went to put money in the meter, the meter was broke.

%$%$#$%

I started walking, and tripped on the sidewalk where the sidewalk was missing a bit too much of it.My left foot is now sprained again:(

Then,I place my “BOOK” of pain and other needed documents that I have acquired since my last visit~on the thingy that inspects it and shoots it back out attcha. Lo, and behold, I forgot that I had Dad’s little utility knife in my little old purse.
Well, that was no biggie really, they just said we will keep this and you can obtain it back when you leave.
I go into the office. They immediately take me back in a room. I start crying. My foot hurts, I am hot and sweaty from walking. One good thing, someone from SSI is going to call me from Tallahassee at 1:30 on the 7th of February. I told them how much turmoil I endure coming there in person, and now there is not even any convenient parking.
I obtain Dad’s little knife back and start my walk to the car. I kept saying “Please don’t let there
be a ticket on the car.” There was no ticket, but a officer was there getting ready to write one.

She said this is a 30 minute meter. I said well whatever kind of meter it is~ it’s broken and I got into the car and said adios.
On the way home, I decide to stop at the $ store and get some little frames for the pictures I made. I found some real nice ones. Getting back in the car, I realise they are a tad too large for the frame and I don’t have my scissors handy. Then I remember my friend at the mail room, I call him “GUY”. I can take care of the trimming of the pictures there. I can still get them sent out today.
The car will not start.
I get out, lift the hood and look like I have a clue as to why a car that just ran beautifully in all
that horrendous traffic would have a problem.
All, the while calling it every name I can think to call an old car that has let me down once again.
I get back in the car. I have to let the door ajar because the windows don’t go down. A nice lady offers me her cell phone which I had to smile about as I had left mine on top of the fridge at home.
Anyways, Rhea’s line is busy. I decide to sit and wait a bit.
I try to start the car and BOOM there it goes like nothing was wrong to start with. Fooled again…I get out into the mid day traffic on the ONLY feasible road home. If I had taken a right I could have tried on the second feasible road.
As it was it didn’t matter what road. The car died right in the middle of everything.

I managed to get it started enough times to drag myself and the car over to shoulder of the road , out-of-the-way of the onslaught of blaring horns. Now, I am sitting in the car watching all the speeding traffic driving by dangerously close to me. That was close…as the big old Key West tour bus flies on past.
There I sit.  Contemplating my next move.

I decide to try to get the car up just a bit more to Kentucky Fried Chicken.
At least I can get a glass of cool water. It starts, it goes a foot, it stops and starts and stops and starts and finally I am there. I pull in, it stops.

A lady is behind me, blowing her horn like a mad woman. I get out of the car. I realise her car’s ass end is in the traffic…but my car says no I won’t move. I say a few choice words to her and she gives me the bird.
I then put the car in neutral and pushed it to its little spot in the shade. I go in the KFC.
Water, ahhhh as it goes down.

I walk over and ask for the manager. I explain the situation, telling her I have no means to retrieve the car until the first of the week when my mate comes in from fishing. She is so nice and lets me use her cell phone. I call Rhea. She comes very quickly and says cheer up Mom, Gilbert has a whole box of Krispy Kremes just for you.
We pick up Arissa at school and continue to her house to pick up the Kremes.
I think I got home around 2 or so this afternoon.

I remember eating a ham sandwich and then that’s it.
My soaps didn’t record.
I never made it to the mail room to mail the things
off.

I have no wheels to get there.
“That’s the way LIFE is”

 

Were you a Fool Today?


I think we should have a FOOL’s DAY every month on the 1 st.You know like May Fool’s Day,June Fool’s Day and so on.

April Fool’s Around the WEB

Years ago in Key West:

1998~A news article in `Key West Citizen’ newspaper on a proposal by Governor Lawton Chiles forcing motorists to drive on the left side of the road in Key West, Florida. Admission by newspaper that story is a hoax to coincide with April Fool’s Day.

Best lobster season in Key West

The above link is not a April Fool’s Joke.

Why is Time Speeding Up?


Where did March go ?

It was just the first week of March it seems, and now here we are going into April Fool’s Day. I know my memory is going South of late. But, I couldn’t have missed an entire month.

It’s like things move around on me also. I put something in a certain space, and lo and behold the next day it is gone. Sometimes it is the same day

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~Poof !

I actually asked the Universe to help me out here.

Did I move it and don’t remember ?

I  dropped something on my foot somewhere. I have a bruise, but for the life of me I can not remember where I was or what fell on it.

I do remember hollering.

Time

It is due to this increasing pulse rate that we feel as though time is speeding up. Why do we “feel” as though time is moving faster than it used to be?

The reason is what we once perceived to be a period of 24 hours now feels like only 16 hours. Our clocks still move in seconds, minutes and hours and still click over a full day in 24 hours but due to the earths increased heartbeat, we perceive it to be only two-thirds as long or a perception period of merely 16 hours.

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The Truth Seeker

 

A Time for Every Season


How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog–it’s here a little while, then it’s gone.
James 4:14

What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.

I always liked this scripture.

Life is like that.

Seasons in our life.

Summertime reminds me of my youth,carefree and apprehensive at the same time

Spring~reminds me of new things. Daffodils coming through the semi-frozen ground

Fall reminds me that all things change, leaves fall, people move away, loved ones die

Winter reminds me that I am retired now and my hair is starting to get gray (Hi-lights ?) … I move slower and I see ME in those older folks,especially when I look in the mirror and see the reflection of my mother staring back at me.I dressed to go out the other day and my daughter commented “You look just like grandma;she was so beautiful.”
That was such a nice thing to hear.

Most importantly~The way you live your life is your gift to those who come after.

Lyrics Elusive Butterfly 1966 Bob Lin
The year I graduated…

You might wake up some mornin’
To the sound of something moving past your window in the wind
And if you’re quick enough to rise
You’ll catch a fleeting glimpse of someone’s fading shadow
Out on the new horizon
You may see the floating motion of a distant pair of wings
And if the sleep has left your ears
You might hear footsteps running through an open meadow

Don’t be concerned, it will not harm you
It’s only me pursuing somethin’ I’m not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love

You might have heard my footsteps
Echo softly in the distance through the canyons of your mind
I might have even called your name
As I ran searching after something to believe in
You might have seen me runnin’
Through the long-abandoned ruins of the dreams you left behind
If you remember something there
That glided past you followed close by heavy breathin’

Don’t be concerned, it will not harm you
It’s only me pursuing somethin’ I’m not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love

Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love

Elusive Butterfly
Elusive Butterfly@Key West Botanical Gardens

The Goodness of Life


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The Goodness of Life

TO THE SWEET TATERS IN MY LIFE!
Author Unknown

Some people never seem motivated to participate, but
are just content to watch while others do the work.
They are called “Spec Taters”.

Some people never do anything to help, but are gifted
at finding fault with the way others do the work.
They are called “Comment Taters”.

Some people are very bossy and like to tell others what
to do, but don’t want to soil their own hands.
They are called “Dick Taters”.

Some people are always looking to cause problems by
asking others to agree with them. It is too hot or
too cold, too sour or too sweet.
They are called “Agie Taters”.

There are those who say they will help, but somehow
just never get around to actually doing the promised help.
They are called “Hezzie Taters”.

Some people can put up a front and pretend to be
someone they are not.
They are called “Emma Taters”.

Then there are those who love others and do what they
say they will. They are always prepared to stop whatever
they are doing and lend a helping hand. They bring real
sunshine into the lives of others.
They are called “Sweet Taters”.