Well. So much for a couple months of quiet solitude.
I really was hopeful that all of humanity would join me for a long, uneventful sleepy summer. You know, a few August doldrum moments of trashy novels, PBS fundraisers with botox-charged R&B legends, and marathon binge-watching of Doc Martin DVD’s.
Because there’s nothing else to do till fall comes anyway, right? Guess again, brother.
The news networks had other plans for me, as did all of the Twitter and Facebook feeds. Even my mobile phone notifications became a non-stop series of endless news headlines until I finally killed the alerts. It wasn’t a total loss, though: I did finally learn how to pronounce the name Scaramucci. For ten days anyway.
Have you been like me lately in that you can’t even keep up with everything? So much has happened in the last three months that just for serendipity sake, I found a timeline of events to remember some of what transpired. This stuff happened only weeks ago, but it already seems like five years. I can rattle off my dorm room from 40 years ago (51 Goddard Hall), but I’ll be damned if I can tell you which senator is now taking umbrage at whatever provocative tweet the Orange One launched during early morning hours.
Honestly, I’d kill to go back to those innocent days when for some reason I was obsessed by the Justin Bieber train wreck. Come to think of it, maybe he’s the actual precursor to this dawning of a new age of narcissism? Let’s discuss, perhaps. Or not. Your call.
Anyway, it’s been “information overload” for all of us lately, hasn’t it?
I do have the power to switch it all off, of course. But then one should at least pay attention to the tragedy continuing to unfold in Texas. I am pained by the images from the reporting. Please join me in donating to help by clicking here.
We are also witness to the tragedy at Charlottesville in mid-August, and one can only pray that Heather Heyer will rest in peace. As heart breaking as her murder is, I found inspiration in not only her personally, but also the dignity displayed by both of her parents to a shell-shocked nation. They are a shining instance of our collective determination to stand up to hate and violence.
Can someone please explain to me the meaning of Confederate flags and Nazi swastikas being flown in the same march? I can’t. One of our nation’s leading newspapers tried its best to interpret it, yet I still can’t wrap my head around the concept. But hey, perhaps your characterization of “very fine people” is different from my own.
So needless to say it’s been a busy and active hiatus for your humble blogger. Front and center during this time has been the move into our new permanent home in St. Augustine. We’ve had the usual flurry of early service calls for heating & cooling, plumbing, electrical, and door & window maintenance. For instance, it only took a few hours after moving in to discover that the previous owners never had a garbage disposal installed. This got past us during our early visits we made, and also the home inspector whom we hired prior to closing. One expensive plumbing bill later, we no longer use Olivia Walton’s kitchen but instead are enjoying all of the conveniences of Laura Petrie’s.
We’ve managed to finally put away the GPS to find places in town, and we have more or less settled into a familiar routine in getting to our gym, public library, supermarkets, and sampling what appears to be an overwhelming number of amazing restaurants. The restaurant offerings are quite a change from where we lived earlier on Florida’s Treasure Coast. There you had a choice of Italian cuisine… and for a break from that there was… more Italian. Che noia!
Gorgeous is finding every excuse channel not to venture out on her own yet, lest she get lost and end up in the next county. So she’s been dependent on me to take her places. I decided the other day it’s best not to rush that process. Upon my entering our condo development and parking in front of our home, she looked up and said, “Oh, good. I think I saw an Asian store here last time. I need to look for some miso.” We haven’t yet found that store, but you never know. Perhaps it’s near the pool.
We also have two new creatures who are joining us on this new adventure. Meet Sasha and Phoebe in the pictures below. They are pure-bred Raga Muffin kittens. Phoebe’s full name is Yulishka Phoebe Lilywhite-Lilith, which as you can imagine probably has a story behind it. Suffice to say on any given day she’s either a Hungarian gypsy, part of the “Friends” ensemble, or a character from “The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway” album. I’m not going to attempt to replicate the fun “Sassy Cats” posts by Kate over at the Views and Mews blog, but we’ll take a closer look at these two kitties a little further down the road.
After a handful of unceremonious and awkward first steps, I am now in a comfortable and familiar routine with my new part-time job in nearby Jacksonville. One day a week I visit three law firms to update and maintain their lawbook collections. More on this in a future post, but suffice to say that I’ve already discovered it’s a good thing I spent all of my career toiling in the relative informality of a governmental and public service setting. I wouldn’t necessarily call myself a rube, but let’s just say the stilted environment of a private sector office is a challenge for me. I am constantly speaking too loud and walking into the wrong office. I hear the communal sigh of relief as I offer a hearty goodbye to the receptionist at the end of each visit.
FYI, I wasn’t completely let off the hook from blogging during my recent downtime. Donna over at Retirement Reflections
forced sweet talked me into writing a guest post for her fun and interesting “Sunday Guest Post Series.” I haven’t had a chance to read all of those posts yet, but I do know she was wise enough to have me go first and dispense with the riffraff early. Smart woman! You can read my contribution to her series here.
So tell me, how was YOUR summer?
Until next time…