Monday, September 14, 2009

Enjoy a Great Belly Laugh Today

Today in History

Hurricane Marilyn, September 14, 1995


Today, in history...

In 1995, Hurricane Marilyn hit the Virgin Islands. It was the most powerful storm to hit since Hugo of 1989. She arrived on the heels of hurricane Luis, who ten days before, had already done a goodly bit of damage.

I used to be a private chef for vacationers in this fabulous villa on St John. It was built on 5 descending levels with incredible views, a gorgeous gourmet kitchen, a grand piano and the ubiquitous pool. The owner of the house lived in the small cottage in back. We had an agreement for many years, that I would come stay with them in the big villa, in the event of a hurricane. By the time this came to pass, he was minus a wife and plus a girlfriend. Vacationers, weren't due to arrive for another week. Hurricane Luis was headed our way.

So soon as my boat was put away on six anchors with everything else stowed below, I headed to his villa. We were spoiled at the time, as his generator worked and we watched movies during hurricane Luis. At some point we turned the generator off to conserve fuel and to sleep.

I could not sleep, so I lit some candles and played their wonderful piano. I slept very little, worrying about my uninsured boat and what life would be like if I lost it. After the hurricane, we hopped in his car and ran down to the harbor to see that my boat was still floating and it was. But I was exhausted as I slept very little during the hurricane, so I stayed a few more days at his villa and slept really well.

Finally I moved back on my boat because by then boyfriend, who only lived here half the year, was flying in to Tortola to check on his boat at Nanny Cay boatyard.

So one day, I put my boat back together, and sailed out of the harbor for Nanny Cay. I forgot to tell anyone where I was going. I mean I often did this, just made up my mind to sail and in under ten minutes, was under way. Often floating neighbors would wave goodbye, but today, everyone was ashore or down below, so no one saw me slip away.

I was used to working on big fancy yachts where we kept everything shipshape at all times, so I mimicked this on my small boat of 30 feet. It was great fun, because I could sail away in just a few minutes.

I arrived at Nanny Cay and anchored out, the next day I heard hurricane Marilyn was a threat and stored my boat way up in the harbor behind a new building on the Tortola side, after getting permission from the owner.

Hurricane Marilyn came and went and I continued to stay at Nanny Cay. Little did I know, that on St John, there were people trying to remember whether my boat was in the harbor or not, before hurricane Marilyn. Some thought it was, others said it wasn't. A search of hurricane holes around St John did not produce me nor boat. My St John cell phone was out of range at Nanny Cay, as at that time there was no St John tower on the western end to relay the calls.
No one could find me, my phone wasn't answering and I was new to Nanny Cay and therefore not well known at all, besides, my boat was tucked away where the name couldn't really be seen at all.

I heard rumors that St John was suffering from a great deal of devastation, had no phones nor electricity, and many boats were sunk or otherwise destroyed. Meanwhile Nanny Cay bounced back rather quickly, cleaning up the mess, opening up the bar by candlelight and cooking everything thawing out in the freezers, which was given away freely. Phones worked and power was restored in a day or so.

About two weeks later, I decided to take the ferry over to St John to see how things were, before setting sail. I didn't want to risk hitting uncharted wrecks in route.

On the ferry, they played the VHF radio, as VI Radio of St Thomas, read off the traffic list of boats with messages, then a list of boats missing in action since hurricane Marilyn. Imagine my shock, when my boat name was mentioned with one soul believed on board.
At that time, I did a great deal of business with VI Radio as they handled all my ship to shore and shore to ship calls. All the operators knew me as rarely a week went by that I didn't have several incoming and outgoing calls through the radio. My USVI cell phone was relatively new and the range severely limited.

Nanny Cay is in a valley of sorts, and the radio reports originating out of Crown Mountain, St Thomas didn't reach that far, so no one in Nanny Cay had heard of this missing list. Even so, had they heard, my boat was tucked way up inside the harbor. You couldn't see it at all, unless you had specifically gone up there by dinghy and looked for it.

Arriving in St John, I rushed to the Red Cross to tell them me and my boat were indeed alive. It was a wonderful day. Everyone I ran into, gave me a big hug, and some even a big kiss. For nearly two weeks, they believed I was missing and presumed dead. I never knew I had so many friends on St John.

I finally made it to Grumpys bar where another dear friend, the owner, lived and operated. It was closed up tight, with no food, and no electricity. I banged on the door and a voice roared back from the other side "We are closed!" Apparently about 4 or 5 newly homeless people were now living in the bar with the owner. They kept the doors locked, to keep a crowd out, since they had virtually no provisions left.

I mumbled something about wanting to let Bill (now deceased) know I was alive and suddenly the door flew open and Bill came and grabbed me, as the door behind me slammed shut again. We all hugged and chatted and drank warm drinks in celebration of my "rebirth".

Another bang on the door, and this time I was sent to see who was there. It was a volunteer from the Red Cross, sending a message to let Bill know I had been found alive. Too funny! Bill had listed himself as next of kin so he would be notified of any developments of my whereabouts.
Eventually I drove out to the gorgeous villa I had stayed in during hurricane Luis. My friend answered the door and turned white, then suddenly grabbed me with a big rib crushing hug.

It was great to be alive.

Still is too!



Hurricane Luis, September 1995

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Okey Dokey!

Alive and kicking, just overworked. I tweaked my blog template and made a mess of it and had to revert.

Will have to work on that later!


Saturday, September 12, 2009

Almost FOUND it!

Another rough day in paradise, I've been sickly for two days and that has slowed down my house work considerably. But I still THINK when I can. Just that I am SO TIRED! And I have nailed down some more stories. I could sit and write all day, but so much to do.

No fair. I am pouring super strong coffee down this morning in hopes I can get some stuff done today. Let's see I need to wash and hang loads of laundry, clean up the house, wash my long hair, scan a ton of documents and haul off a mountain of garbage.

I am emptying out file cabinets and scanning all I can to cut down on the paper. I am also scanning a bunch of pictures. The house needs sorting out. Stuff everywhere. Usually I like to live nice and tidy, shipshape with a place for everything and everything in its place, so this chaos is eating away at me.

The cats are wondering WHAT is going on. I've sold off some stuff and they didn't like strangers carrying off some of their favorites seats! My place came sparsely furnished, so I can sell off some of my furniture and still have some.

The hospital called yesterday and asked if I could make a two thousand four hundred dollar payment this week. Yes! $2,400.00! I had just woke up and my voice wouldn't start right, so I had to keep clearing my throat and making an attempt to talk.

I said "Two thousand four hundred dollar payment? Hold on, let me check my purse!"

I came back on the phone and announced "I have eleven dollars and 58 cents! How about I put the dollar fifty eight in the gas tank, drive down and bring you the other ten dollars?"

This was met with "Can you at least bring three hundred dollars? You were supposed to pay three hundred dollars when you checked in!"

I said "Well, I arrived in the emergency room by ambulance, unconscious. You should have picked through my purse and helped yourself!"

(For all I know they did, as when I next saw my purse it had about two dollars in it and I had to call someone that owed me money to bring me some, so I could buy some stuff like toothbrush and yogurt!)

But it's real DOUBTFUL they took a thing, as I could not recall what was in my purse before I went to the hospital. Life was such a blur before and after my ambulance ride. I vaguely remember the ambulance driver telling the other EMT that I was probably going to be DOA and it upset me and I remember struggling to say HELP but I am not sure they heard me. I wanted them to know I was alive so they would go faster, as they were up front chatting away, driving at a sedate speed, like we were out for a Sunday cruise.

Later, I remember bits and pieces like people kept putting steamy masks over my face and attaching me to tubes and wires under bright lights. When I could talk I said "Open the curtains, don't let me die alone!" It was so exhausting, I think I passed out after that. But when I could see again, the curtains were open.

The voice on the other end of the phone brought me back to reality and said "You must make monthly payments."

"OK, I can probably make ten dollars a month in payments right now!"

"Ten dollars a week?"

"No, ten dollars a month! And that's assuming I go back to work soon! However, if my book sales improve, I can send you the extra! Would that work? Also, I am selling of some of my personal stuff, if that works out, I can bring you more now and then! And I am working on a third book and if I get that finished, I can bring more. "

The lady sighed on the other end of the phone.

I asked in a real timid voice "If I can't pay enough, are you going to repossess me and make me come back and stay in the hospital?"

She sighed a nice long sigh, like she was contemplating whether to curse me out or what.

"Just bring the ten dollars and come talk to us and sign a payment plan."

"Right now? You want the ten dollars right now? I have a doctor appointment there Monday, can I bring it then?"

"You have to pay more than that before you can see the doctor!"

"Oh dear me. Well tell her I might have a PROBLEM with that if things don't sell this weekend."

I heard a big sigh, followed by a click.

Phone call over.

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A nice couple came over and picked out most of what's left of my own furniture and promised to be back the next day with money and a truck. I had 16 drawers and 7 cabinets to empty out so they could haul it all off.

I worked myself to pure exhasution, getting ready for them to come back.

They didn't show.

I called them and got various vague answers of "We are on our way."

They have never shown, and now when I call them, my cell phone reads "call rejected".

*SIGH*

Imagine what your home would look like if you emptied out 16 drawers and 7 cabinets!

The next day, two friends stopped by and they had always seen my house nice, neat and clean. They were sure SHOCKED and asked me what in hell happened while I frantically cleared 3 seats for us to sit in.

"I was looking for my keys" I said so innocently.

They surveyed the massive wreckage and asked "Well, did you find them?"

"Almost!" I replied and burst out laughing!

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Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Lotsa Newsy Stuff on 9-9-9

If you need a pick-me-up, check out this video. It sure had me smiling and took away my blues. I was just surveying the knives, and feeling very depressed, then someone sent me this video link of dancers at Grand Central Antwerp Belgium, and it truly gave me inspiration!
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MAKE YOUR OWN HEALTHY YOGURT!

Share from a dear reader (A BIG THANK YOU TOO FROM Dear Miss Mermaid!)

Hi Dear Miss Mermaid,
Managed to buy your book from Amazon UK.
Excellent reading.

Are you able to get Easiyo powder sachets of diy yogurts ?
They are LIVE and come in Plain, Greek and many flavours.
The sachets weigh about 5oz each.

Mix powder with 1 litre of cold water in Yogurt Jar.
Fill special insulated outer container to the mark with boiling water.
Put Yogurt Jar into boilng water container, put lid on.
Leave for 10 hours, hey presto, real live yogurt !

Hope someone can help you with your yogurt supply.

With all best wishes,
Martin.

THANK YOU MARTIN!
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Good grief...


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Tuesday, September 08, 2009

Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful, or joyful.

Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful, or joyful.
~~~Regina Brett

By the way, I checked, Regina is NOT 90 as previously reported. She just turned 50 and this is her website.
http://www.reginabrett.com/

Well, I am downsizing all right. But at this point, I am getting rid of anything I can live without. That's pretty much every thing but my clothe, cats and computer *giggle*.

Sometimes life is what happens, when you are planning something else!

Monday, September 07, 2009




this post was a booboo but I can't seem to make it GO AWAY!

Today's Thought

If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.


Riding the Rails for Food Commute



STRAY dogs are commuting to and from a city centre in Moscow on underground trains in search of food scraps.

The clever canines board the Tube each morning. After a hard day scavenging and begging on the streets, they hop back on the train and return to the suburbs where they spend the night. Experts studying the dogs say they even work together to make sure they get off at the right stop - after learning to judge the length of time they need to spend on the train. The mutts choose the quietest carriages at the front and back of the train.

They have also developed tactics to hustle humans into giving them more food on the streets of Moscow.

Scientists believe the phenomenon began after the Soviet Union collapsed in the 1990s, and Russia's new capitalists moved industrial complexes from the city centre to the suburbs. Dr Andrei Poiarkov, of the Moscow Ecology and Evolution Institute, said: "These complexes were used by homeless dogs as shelters, so the dogs had to move together with their houses. Because the best scavenging for food is in the city centre, the dogs had to learn how to travel on the subway - to get to the centre in the morning, then back home in the evening, just like people."


Dr. Poiarkov told how the dogs like to play during their daily commute. He said: "They jump on the train seconds before the doors shut, risking their tails getting jammed. They do it for fun. And sometimes they fall asleep and get off at the wrong stop." (OOPS!)



The dogs have learned to use traffic lights to cross the road safely, said Dr Poiarkov. And they use cunning tactics to obtain tasty morsels of shawarma, a kebab-like snack popular in Moscow. They sneak up behind people eating shawarmas - then bark loudly to shock them into dropping their food. With children the dogs "play cute" by putting their heads on youngsters' knees and staring pleadingly into their eyes to win sympathy - and scraps. Dr Poiarkov added: "Dogs are surprisingly good psychologists."

The Moscow mutts are not the first animals to use public transport. In 2006 a Jack Russell in Dunnington, North Yorks, began taking the bus to his local pub in search of sausages. And two years ago passengers in Wolverhampton were stunned when a white cat called Macavity started catching the 331 bus to a fish and chip shop.


We need public transportation on Tortola, so my cats can take themselves out for fish!

Sunday, September 06, 2009

A Loud Crack

OHRID, Macedonia (Sept. 5) - An overloaded sightseeing boat carrying dozens of Bulgarian tourists sank Saturday in a lake on Macedonia's western border, and 15 people drowned, officials said.

There were 57 passengers on board, Kotevski told The Associated Press. Of those, 15 drowned and 42 were rescued.

Most of the passengers on the 70-year-old boat, which had a 42-person capacity, belonged to a group of tourists from Bulgaria.

"The 23-year-old skipper and his deputy have been questioned about the incident. In their first statements they said that a loud crack was heard (toward the rear) before the boat sunk rapidly," Kotevski said.

If you go on vacation and ride a ferry or boat, be sure to step off and refuse to go, if you feel it is overloaded. Captains and greedy companies don't always follow the rules.

Even here in the Virgin ISlands, on both sides of the dotted line between the two territories, I have seen many ferry boats and sometimes party boats, overloaded. While they shouldn't crack up midways, if you figure 15 extra people at 200 pounds, then you have a TON and a half EXTRA weight. That is a LOT!

Guess that captain couldn't do his math too well. While not everyone will weigh in at 200, some will be more, some less, but many are carrying STUFF and that adds to their overall weight.

The ferries in the islands are required to have a seat for everyone. if they feel the seats with luggage, that counts as people. So if you can't sit down, then get back off and ask for another ferry. They are SUPPOSED to run an extra fery rather than overload (in the islands).

In my younger days I rode an overloaded ferry and many of the standing folks went topside and we rolled mightily, I thought we might just go over completely but we didn't.

Angels were watching.

Saturday, September 05, 2009

Angels in the strangest places

I drove to the store to get Apple Cider Vinegar. I use it for health reasons and had run out. I wanted something simple to fix for dinner and was depressed at teh choice, as everything east to fix was high fat it seemed.

I have a horrible pain in my chest. I've never had heartburn, but I think I have heartburn now, something fierce!

I bought a warm Ginger Beer. Ginger Beer does not have alcohol, in case you are wondering. I was hoping it would make me burp and make the pain go away.

I bought some low fat crackers to go with last week's drastically reduced creamy salsa.

I stood at the cash register, lost in my world of pain.

A stranger said "Excuse me? Are you OK? You just look so VERY SAD."

I said "Well, yes, I am very sad."

He asked me if I had Bible at home and I told him yes.

I said "My landlord's agent needs a Bible thrown at her! She sent men over to harass me 10 minutes after I got out of the hospital! My rent is paid up, but it's an ongoing battle with her. She wants to raise the rent, and the place is falling apart! So I just keep paying the same old rent and she keeps sending men over to threaten me! I don't have the energy to move to another place. So I am selling most all my stuff. I've watched people cart my stuff out all day, and it makes me sad all around."

I forgot to mention the terrible pain in my chest. I feel like I need a monumental burp and I will be fine.

Friday, September 04, 2009

When in doubt, just take the next small step

When in doubt, just take the next small step.
~~~~~Regina Brett, 90 years old



I'm alive but the weather from Erika who is now a nonentity is making me ache all over. I may have to go back to bed. Yet I have SO much to do!

I am selling off items I don't need anymore. So phone and email is BUSY with requests and I feel awful. I've had very little sleep and I am too tired to do anything today it seems.

Gosh, maybe I need to just get well. The doctor said I needed to SLOW DOWN and get MORE rest and eat more regularly. Things have upset me lately and I've missed meals or been far too tired to make something.

I thawed out some crab a few days ago and I better hurry up and make crab cakes or else. I feel crabby *tee hee hee*.

Thursday, September 03, 2009

Life isn't fair, but it's still good.

Life isn't fair, but it's still good.
~~~Regina Brett

After Shocks, September 1st

My housemate ran off last night with the rent money and some of my stuff. VERY stressful, didn't NEED this. Rent is due and well, now a BIG mess.

How could a "friend" of 15 years and a housemate of a year and half just stab me in the back like this? Pretty awful thing to do to a stranger but to do this to your friend and housemate? Dreadful, simply dreadful.

So, I barely slept last night, couldn't eat my dinner and couldn't eat my breakfast and therefore couldn't take any of my meds which all require food.

Threw a yogurt and all my meds in my purse and left to fetch my friend who was having car trouble and desperately needed to get to her bank in town.

Now that my muffler is nice and quiet, the air conditioning didn't seem very cold. So I bought some more a/c coolant and drove to the handy secret mechanic that has the gizmo to pump more stuff into the innards of the A/c and then miraculously it cools the heap of a jeep back down.

Alas, found the mechanic was no where to be found at 915am. His buddy appeared out of the shadows with the familiar aroma of island herb and told me nobody was there. (I guess he didn't count.)

I chided him about the mechanics sleeping late on such a hot day and with a mighty giggle and a sigh, I left him in his purple haze, got back into my heap of a jeep with my friend and off to town we went running errands in the brutal heat. We had the windows down and drove fast so the rushing air would blow the sweat off of us. Every time we slowed down, we both burst out into a puddle of sweat.

Everywhere we went was a perfect parking spot. My friend was duly impressed. I explained to her how before hand, I sent mind signals to town to leave me handy parking spots every where I needed to go.

Well, what do ya know, it WORKED!

We had no A/c so we grumbled about the heat a lot, when ever we got stuck in traffic, which after hitting town was often as the new traffic lights have made a monumental mess of things. Something is NOT right with the new traffic lights. What you might call, a BIG EFFING MESS!

Ran all over town today with no air conditioning. I must admit, it's more fun running errands with a friend, especially with parking and traffic being so awful. Each time we stopped and split up, we picked a place to meet again and each time we both finished our errands at the same time and always met up at the same time, so no one had to wait around on the other one. We seemed in perfect sync.

On the way home we stopped and found the errant mechanic, who topped up the air conditioning and made it icy cold for us. He refused payment, but I tipped him anyhow.

We rode home, feeling immensley blessed.

Life isn't fair, but it's still good.

Monday, August 31, 2009

The Window Washer (tee hee hee)

And for your putty tat lovers, enjoy this window washer!

It's a video clip you can download here.


Click, then save, then play.

Or you can play it right here.


video

One Brave Kitty

My smiling cat is determined to reclaim his peaceful corner in the shade of my bedroom. Of course now he tends to lay tightly wound into a ball, as kitties often do, when they are uncertain. But the fact he has moved back to his favorite spot where he was recently terrorized by a snake, is a good sign that like 99.9% of cats, he has unshakable confidence.

We had scattered rains this morning and I had a sleep in after breakfast. I just need my ENERGY back!

This recuperation is taking far too long. Grrr.........

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Ponderances

If it's true that we are here to help others, then what exactly are the others here for?

OK, we've heard of a fish out of water...

Now tell me, just WHAT are those fenders out for? In case a rescue boat comes alongside?

Or is this a "do it yourself" haulout job? Afterall, the bottom paint looks pretty fresh!

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Saturday, August 29, 2009

The Last To Know

Well, I wet to see the nurse at the clinic. It was baby day but the doctor didn't show and the babies were gone. She said she understood I had really bad pneumonia.

WHAT?

News to me!

She said it was on my records.

You mean in 22 days of being in the hospital no one ever said I had pneumonia?

You mean you didn't know?

No, I never knew.

Very strange.

It took 22 days to figure THAT out and still no one mentioned it to me?

I am incredulous.

Friday, August 28, 2009

A Hot Day and The Assassinator

Now don't act surprised to find out in my secret life that I am a hit mermaid aka an assassinator.

If you read my book: "Hurricanes & Hangovers" then you read "My First Murder".

Did you really think I would stop at just one?

So yesterday we had dropped my heap of a jeep off to get a muffler repair, so I could once again drive in stealth mode. Running out of errands, we ended up at my home again. It was just so dang HOT.

So hot that I refused a hit job, instead calling around until I found another assassinator to do the dirty work. That is how HOT it was. Sure, I helped him out, lead him to the quarry, and even watched him complete the evil deed. After all I had to make sure the scoundrel was DEAD.

I shall explain.

My girlfriend who had picked me up at the jeep repair, and I, now sat under the fan, sharing icy cold drinks and chatting at my dining table. At some point I got up to go use the bathroom off my bedroom. There in the corner, just before the bathroom, in the shade on the cool ceramic tile, laid my tabby cat, all stretched out and looking rather smitten. I was barefoot, (mermaids grow feet if they are out of the water too long) so I tickled his belly with my toes and this tabby can actually smile.

The only cat I have that can smile.

He put a smile on his face and stretched out even further, looking very comfy indeed. He batted his eyes at me, then closed them again, looking very comfy to be inside his home, with his mistress around and taking a lazy snooze on a very hot day with a self satified smile plastered across his furry face.

I did my thing in the bathroom and as I walked passed him again, I stroked his soft silky fur with my toes again. He let out a contented purr, stretched out even further, and looked extremely comfortable, settling down for a much needed nap on a very hot day.

I returned to the dining table and was about to sit down when this blur traveling at about 60mph flew by me, about a foot below my face. My startled friend said "What in the heck was THAT?"

I had jumped at the sudden movement, wondering where this speed demon of a bird had come from. It had gone right to left, about three to four feet off the floor and originated from my bedroom. So I naturally looked back at my bedroom. Where my sleepy smiling cat had been stretched out in utter comfort was now a huge brown snake.

I screamed. Rather loudly, I might add. My friend jumped up yelling "WHAT? WHAT is it?" I screamed again and pointed. I finally answered in a very high pitched voice "SNAKE! It's a SNAKE!" and my shaking arm pointed at the offending creature.

Now I've read from the experts, that your average house cat can run upwards of 30 miles per hour. I do believe my cat shot off the floor like a cannon and flew by me going about 60mph and rapidly exited the open front door (not to be seen again until late last night.)

Now my friend saw it too. She echoed me by jumping up to get a better view and bellowing "SNAKE!"

We watched in horror as it wiggled around. I cried "WATCH IT! While I get the broom and dust pan!"

I ran around looking for the broom and long handled dust pan, (that I had last swept up a dead bird with, but that's another story...) I came back and ran in the bedroom but the snake was GONE!

I looked back at my friend "WHERE did the snake go?"

"I don't know! It just slithered away, either into the bathroom or into the closet." I looked and for some absurd reason, the closet door was open an inch. Just enough for a very long brown snake to glide through.

"Why didn't you watch it?"

"I did!" she answered "And it wiggled away!"

I came back to the dining table and sat down. I stared where the snake had been. "What if it's under the bed?"

"No." she answered, "I would have seen it, if it had gone under the bed!"

I sighed. I may have evn rolled my eyes.

She got up.

"Cone on, let's go look for it. "

Like two foolish school girls we walked very uncertainly back into the bedroom, jumping and screaming every few seconds and we could not find the snake. My friend was brave enough to peek in the bathroom for all of half a second and announce she couldn't see him.

We rapidly ran back to the dining table.

"I know what!" she says. "Let's go to lunch and we'll deal with it when we come back!"

"Are you crazy?" I implored "Come home to a live snake SOME WHERE in my house?"

"How did it get in?" she asked.

"Hell if I know!"

We silently looked around at all the tightly screened in windows and then focussed on the open front door.

"There is no way that snake came through the front door while we sat here."

It's a mystery how he got in, but I could tell you one thing, if I had my way, he was leaving DOA (dead on arrival).

I drained my iced tea and mopped sweat off my face with a cloth napkin.

I picked up my cell phone and called a male friend who lives and works near my neighborhood. He answered and was very cordial until I asked him if he could come over and help me find a snake in my bedroom and murder it.

"NO! I don't do snake!" he laughed very nervously and said "I am sorry. But I just don't do SNAKE!"

We hung up.

I poked through my phone and called another macho male that might be working nearby.

"SNAKE?" he says "Just spray some Baygone in the bedroom and leave, maybe that will kill it. But um, I don't do snake hunting. Not me, No way."

Note: Baygone is the local bug spray, and unless you unleashed a whole can in the face of the snake, I doubt it would kill it.

I thanked him for his time and hung up.

My friend and I looked at each other. She got up and made herself a stiff drink and offered me one which I declined. Then on second thought, I got up, rummaged around and found a bottle of brandy. I poured a shot glass for myself and slowly slurped it.

I scratched my head and said "I know who will come!"

I reached my lady friend on the phone and after exchanging pleasantries, I asked her if by chance if her husband would come hunt down a nasty live snake in my bedroom and murder him for me.

She giggled and said "I am sure he would! Here is his cell phone number, he is working across the bay from you! Just call him up."

So I called him three times, every minute or so and kept getting a recording.

I called his wife back and she said "Let me call his boss."

A few minutes later, I heard the sweetest music to my ears. The phone rang and my friend said "He will be over right away and take care of that for you!"

Barely 3 minutes later, her husband was at my door laughing, saying he heard I had a PROBLEM.

We recapped the story to him and he was armed already with a long stick that looked like he had sharpened it at the end with a pocket knife. I grabbed my dustpan and broom. I followed him into the bedroom and we began literally poking around looking for the snake. He checked the bathroom then opened the closet door. I had just poked a basket in the floor and it moved and I could suddenly see 2 inches of brown snake.

I screamed "THERE he is! Kill him!"

My friend whipped around while I made a hasty retreat and then pointed at the basket in the floor. "He's under THERE" I whispered, as if not to tip off the snake we were on to him.

"You want him KILLED?"

"Of course I want him killed! If he wanted to live he should have NEVER set foot in my house, terrifying my cat and me and my girlfriend!"

My friend poked around with his weapon. Suddenly we had over four feet of angry snake whipping around the floor looking for an escape.

"It's BIG!" my male friend yelled. "I thought you meant an itty bitty snake like this!" and he holds his hands about six inches apart.

"This thing is 4 to 5 feet long!"

"Yep!" I answered him.

By now, he had engaged the snake in an angry fight, which resulted in a lot of blood splattering around my floor. I handed over the long handled dustpan and my friend swept up the snake with his bloody stick.

He walked it outside to the patio, where he beat it up some more, to make sure it very dead. Then he flung it off into the woods.

Somberly, we walked back inside and I served iced tea. We sat around laughing and joking and I opened up my purse and pushed the assassination fee towards my friend.

He refused it! I said, "Well you must have missed work, leaving this early and all."

"Well, he says, I told my boss what I had to do for you and she said GO! So I won't get docked for being here and I can't charge you for THAT. "

He finished his iced tea and reminded me to clean up all the blood and evidence and off he went.

Another hit job.

Well done!

We locked up the house and left for lunch.

Just another HOT day in a would-be mermaid assassisnator's life.






Wednesday, August 26, 2009

The Scream Heard Around the Neighborhood




I told the nurse yesterday how tired I was all the time and something is wrong with me or the medicines I am on. Also, I am having trouble getting OFF the hospital schedule. I wake up at 4am expecting meds and finger pricks and blood pressure cuffs and so on.

I often just get up, take round one of all the meds, which require me to eat within 30 minutes, so I make a small breakfast, eat that, then since it's still dark, I either write awhile or snooze awhile or watch something like a video on the computer or a show on TV. No matter what I do, I get tired within the hour and fall back asleep.

So I woke up (again) at 9am, thinking I would shower, haul the garbage, mail off the rent, pick up the local mail, go see the nurse who said she had more of my staph infection meds for me, which I desperately need as my left arm still looks pitiful. It's much improved, just pitiful.

I have learned long ago, to LOOK inside bathtubs and showers before leaping into them. For some reason, the cats favor that as a spot for treats.

Well, there was a baby rat (shown above!) in the shower floor. Which by the way, the landlord's rental agent promised to regrout the shower floor nearly 2 years ago, and hasn't done it yet. But the lying witch can't keep her word on anything! So nothing new there.

With the grout falling out, it's very hard to clean, more grout falls out and there is always gray/black stuff stuck in the grout ruts and my knees are bad, so the last thing on my list, is to get on knees with a toothbrush and scrub the shower floor. I figure if I mop it with a goodly dose of disinfectant, I am good to go.

Besides, I've made loads of expensive repairs to this basement apartment, and my thanks? The landlord's agent has asked for me to pay MORE rent and because I have refused, and keep paying the same old rent for nearly 2 years now (I haven't had this place long) she is taking me to court to evict me!

MORE stress heaped on me I don't need, but this has dragged on since her earnest harassment began last winter. Grrrrrrr..........

I hate to admit the truth, but Tortola has some SUPER GREEDY nasty people living here and many of them are involved in so called property management. We have NO laws to protect the tenant, so the SUPER GREEDY have taken over the business and it's like going up against the Mafia to do any business with them.

I don't now if the courts will be fair to me or not. Last winter when I went to court after being brutally attacked, I was treated like the criminal instead of the victim. Ditto for when my car was vandalized by the neighbor's son, not because he was mad at me, but he was tossing big heavy rocks at his parent and missing, and kept hitting my car windows until he smashed them out and left a huge dent in the roof. The courts didn't order any reimbusrsement and I was incredulous. The parent has since paid for some of the damage but not all. It's been a real mess, I didn't need.

These are all stressful things I surely do NOT need in my life. I try to smile and move forward, but it's hard when financially you are being torn apart by others!

These are things I don't mention much in the weather blog at StormCarib.com as I don't want to sound like a sour puss, but it is my reality and I wonder WHAT HAPPENED?

All i can say is living on my sailboat were the best days of my life in the Caribbean!

Sooooooooooooo...

Back to the baby rat, I got my long handled dust pan and short handled broom and managed to sweep up the dead creature and toss him out. Then I disinfected the shower floor in case the rat carried any deadly diseases and took my shower while a very proud cat wached; the hunter I imagine!

The scary thing is the cats usually slay the rats in multiples, this appeared to be a juvenile rat, so I expect the parents are soon to be slayed.

BVI elec-tricky just shut off da curent again. *sigh*. Glad I got my shower when I did as other wise I could not due to the cistern water pump. I've never hooked it up to my generator. I am going to get dressed and go try to do my errands, praying I don't get dizzy. There should be enough water in the lines to at least brush my teeth.

Can you identfiy THIS?

22 Days in the hospital and I came home to this!

What is it? Can you identify it?

YES, I know it's plant matter!

This was found growing in my bathroom sink. Matter of fact, it still is! Despite repeated teeth brushing with Sensodyne toothpaste, it still grows. Now that gives cause to pause...

If I only use my bathroom sink for splashing water on my hot face and brushing my teeth, then did this fall off my face OR out of my teeth?

What was I eating that had live seeds in it? I wonder.

Let me know if you can identify it.

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Pneumonia? Why didn't anyone bother to tell me?

The community nurse called me today. Wandered why I hadn't checked in.

Hmmm...

I am confused. She read off my medical charts and knew when my next hospital appointment was. She mentioned I had pneumonia.

22 days in the hospital and no one mentioned that word to me once. Well, I take that back. The girl across from me, in the hall, the first week I was there, she had pneumonia. Her father came to visit her and I knew him. Her mother came every day to see her. I watched with glee, the day they packed her all up and she went home. I was sure I was next.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Institutionalized?

I was joking with a friend who spent a month in the hospital and she said WATCH OUT, it doesn't take long to become institutionalized. Well, after 22 days, my body is still on the hospital's. I wake up at 3-4 am, expecting bright lights and nurses to to check my vitals, rouse me for IV's and meds and nebulizers and finger poking and so on.

Then by daybreak I am ready to go back to sleep until the docs make rounds at 10 or 11 am. It's crazy!

I am so glad to be off that Lasix drug. The constipation and subsequent hemorrhoids was enough to make me think about slitting my throat. The apple cider vinegar has efficiently reduced me of any water gain and at the same time made me a bit more regular. I bought some Prune juice which has gently resolved the constipation problem. Now once the hemorrhoids shrink back into place and they should now that they are not being assaulted daily, then WHEW I might be fine.

My blurry vision has cleared right up too, another problem from the Lasiz. So I feel a bit more confident and might even drive somewhere, if I have to go anywhere. I haven't been dizzy much lately and I hope that was the Lasix and that now that problem is resolved too. WHEW.

I know many folks believe that drugs are the only answer, but when the side effects make your life unbearable, I think it's time to look for alternatives, preferably something all natural. I for one am NOT impressed with drugs and wish to get as far from them as possible.

My cat just shared Yogurt with me! Lately he wants whatever I am having, and now he seems to love yogurt, so funny. I call him the gourmet kitty, cause he always wants to try out human food. I've sen him eat some real spicy stuff too and never flinch, but cherry yogurt?

Like I said, it's HARD to get plain or vanilla yogurt here, so I had to settel for every flavor under the sun except those two. But I needed the yogurt, in any form possible, to keep my innards happy. Here again, the assualt of the remaining drugs is really doing a number on me.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

TODAY'S QUOTE

TODAY'S QUOTE
When I served in Nam in the 60'S a lot of my friends were killed in action and we lived by a creed that said, "Live every day to it's fullest, enjoy the sights and sounds of this wonderful world and make sure that thise close to you are always around, if only in spirit"
~~~Patrick Porter

843am Sunday and ALIVE and almost well!

My head aches. Sometimes where i was hit over the head, it suddenly aches for no reason at all, just to irritate me I guess. My arm has phantom pains from the needles. I didn't think that was possible! But everywhere they stuck me on my left arm comes back to haunt me now and then and it feels like I am being stuck all over again or the vampire is poking me and sucking out more blood.

I tossed one of the ppurchased drugs already, number three tossed out now.

The first two were outrageously expensive designer drugs. the kind they advertise on TV all day long. One was for allergies and the other for high cholesterol, neither of which I have, so I failed to purchase them.

Now how did this world end side down? You can't advertise liquor or cigs, but you can advertise dangerous drugs? And an innocent herb, well known for its healing qualities (marijuana) can land you in prison! Is this a world gone mad?

The drug I tossed is to remove excess water. The same thing apple cider vinegar does. I should have had my vinegar in the hospital. Maybe they wouldn't have gave me the dangerous water drug. i say dangerous becasue the side effects, read that THE EFFECTS included many unpleasantries such as blurry vision, constipation, vertigo and dizziness. The chronic constipation was causing hemorrhoids and bleeding, so I was just miserable all around.

I just bought 3 pairs of prescription eyeglasses before I went to the hospital, so I was pretty dismayed to have blurry vision now and the glasses weren't helping. I bought a polarized sunglass pair, a clear pair (the accountant look) and readers for threading needles and reading teeny tiny print on drug bottles, boxes and inserts.

I went out and bought Apple Cider Vinegar, drank a bunch with my liquids and like magic, I lost a lot of water weight and swelling. No side effects, matter of fact, apple cider vinegar has many positive effects. I prefer the organic Braggs brand of apple cider vinegar, (they include the mother, which makes it look cloudy, but you shake it up and it's good for you) but being that I am on a super cheap budget (no medical insurance) I bought the White House Apple Cider Vinegar which was fairly cheap and promises to be all natural, even though it doesn't have the mother in it. Besides, Braggs sells in town 45 minutes away and the other brand sells less than two miles away. I've tried the Shur Fine Apple cider vinegar, but WHEW is that tangy and can make your cheeks really pucker up (at both ends!)

I'm still battling the thrush on my tongue with liquid meds and the staph infection on my left arm from the needle mis-use. But both seem to be slowly but surely healing.

Now I have probably bored you to tears or if you had insomnia, I just cured it!

Like a cat, I still sleep a lot, trying to will my body to heal itself. When I am in pain, which is often, I think about this cold clear river in the mountains. My mother used to say you could sit int he river and it would cool you down for the whole summer. So I think about it and immerse my whole body into that icy cold river and it deadens all the pain. But it also tends to put me to sleep.

I am tired now, nite nite!


Saturday, August 22, 2009

Earthquake Activity Ramps Up at Puerto Rico Subduction Zone


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Earthquake Activity Ramps Up
at Puerto Rico Subduction Zone

by Mitch Battros - Earth Changes Media

A significant escalation is occurring at the Puerto Rico Subduction Zone. A swarm of quakes continue with close to one hundred quakes in just the last three days. What is most alarming is the increase in magnitudes. When a swarm starts to hit a series of high 3's and into 4's magnitude, it trips a geological/seismological switch often elevating an 'observation' into a 'watch'. (see EQ link below)

If the earthquake swarm maintains magnitude 4's, it is likely that a "warning" will be issued. In what might be considered a 'unique' situation, it would be rare to call for evacuation of an area based on earthquake foreshocks. However, with current technology and a better understanding of earthquake patterns, I would not be surprised if Puerto Rico and Caribbean Islands are put on alert.

What is being outlined above very much resembles the procedures of volcanic escalation which uses color codes and levels describing each position of elevation. If this occurs, it will be the first time measuring seismic escalation was used to foretell a large/mega earthquake event.

Volcanic Color Codes/Levels: http://www.earthchangesmedia.com/images/volcanic_color_code.jpg

It is not typical to witness an earthquake 'swarm' with high-moderate magnitude events. They are usually in the magnitude 1, 2, 3 range. Take a look below at what is happening right now on the Puerto Rico Subduction Zone. I will present two links. The World EQ's - Past 7 days and the Puerto Rico Region.

1) World Earthquakes Last 7 Days: http://earthquake.usgs.gov/eqcenter/recenteqsww/Quakes/quakes_all.html

2) Puerto Rico Region: http://earthquake.usgs.gov/eqcenter/recenteqsww/Maps/10/295_20_eqs.php

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