It’s a weird time we’re living through right now. Remember the good old days when differing opinions were valued, and we were skilled in the art of agreeing to disagree? That ship sailed, didn’t it? Now he who disagrees with me is my mortal enemy.
To that I say (and pardon my French here), Fuck that shit!
We’re better than this. We are. We’re bigger and we’re smarter than this. We don’t have to all agree on everything in order to get along.
Anybody who tells you otherwise is lying. You have to ask yourself, What’s in it for them to have people believe such a thing? What do they stand to gain by everyone’s blind acquiescence?
The Woods by the Zac Brown Band celebrates individuality and being your own person. Like he says, “To each his own.”
I hope you’re enjoying your own life this October evening. This is my favorite time of year. Have a wonderful weekend. Be sure to hug those you love.
Happy Saturday night!
P.S. We’re getting settled into our new abode. This is Bryant Park, literally a block away from our back door. Walking Jack has never been so enjoyable. Everything happens for a reason…
We started this blog a few years ago, back in the salad days when we had corporate jobs and tons of disposable income, and we couldn’t spend it fast enough. We went out every weekend and people always wanted to hear about what we did and where we went.
The last couple of years have been different, though. Mr. R transitioned from full-time television work to full-time real estate, which could have been a boon to our lifestyle. But it wasn’t.
Although for a while,with rumors of transactions just on the horizon, we were certain that success was just around the corner, but one lost deal after another drained our savings and eventually put us in foreclosure.
We were fortunate enough to be able to sell our house before a date was set for the final auction, and we walked away with a little money to start over. Unsure of what we were going to do, we secured an Airbnb for a couple of weeks in the historic area of Lake Worth Beach.
The Secret Garden House has been exactly what we needed to catch our breath and figure out what’s next for us. It’s a lovely 1925 house situated in a lush tropical garden in the middle of Historic Lake Worth. We’re within walking distance of the ‘downtown’ restaurants, bars, and the historic Lake Worth Playhouse.
The neighborhood of Historic Lake Worth is a little slice of Key West without the really long drive. There are tons of cute vintage houses on every block, and the vibe is laid-back and easy-going, very ‘live and let live’. It’s dog-friendly, too. Last Saturday, we walked up to Lake Avenue with our rescue German shepherd Jack and had cocktails outside an Irish joint called Brogues. The server even brought out a bowl of water for Jack.
Mr. R and I decided that Lake Worth was just the kind of neighborhood we’d like to try, so we searched and found a (tiny) one bedroom apartment, the monthly rent exactly half of what our mortgage would have been, had we moved forward with the restructuring. The apartment is one of only four in the complex, and it’s east of the Airbnb.
It’s exactly ONE BLOCK from the Intracoastal Waterway, and it’s even four blocks closer to the downtown action. We couldn’t be happier. They say everything happens for a reason, right? It looks like this is our chance for a do-over, an opportunity to experience a completely different lifestyle. Just another new adventure.
I hope this weekend finds you happy and healthy. I’m choosing my favorite version of one of my favorite songs tonight, Walking in Memphis as performed by Lonestar. I may have heard this floating out of one of the bars as we walked last weekend.
Be sure to hug those you love. Happy Saturday night!
Happy Labor Day! There’s nothing like a three-day weekend. Unless you’re under threat of a catastrophic natural disaster.
For a while there, things were looking exceedingly dicey here in south Florida what with Hurricane Dorian lurking out there in the Atlantic. Friday morning, Al Roker showed a projected path that had the storm hitting West Palm Beach as a Cat 4 sometime on Monday.
Which, if you know our current situation, was just Donkey Kong chucking another barrel at us. We’re supposed to be closing on our house on Friday. If the storm hit late Monday into Tuesday and we continued to have tropical storm weather through Wednesday, there’s not a chance in the world we’d be able to close on time.
And we can’t secure a place to move until we have the proceeds from the closing. But now that things seem to be settling down a bit, and my apologies to the Carolinas, we may just have a path to the next adventure for us.
We have a line on a short-term rental that will allow us to bring Jack, our 85-lb. rescue German shepherd, and that will work until the end of October, when seasonal rates kick in and we’ll have to find something else.
Fingers crossed, by that time, Mr. R will have secured a full-time position back in television news and we’ll be on our way. So if you know of any stations that need a kick-ass news photog or video editor, just saying…
Thanks for taking this journey with us–your positive thoughts mean the world to us.
I hope you enjoy my cheeky virtual middle finger to effing Cat 4 Dorian. If you’re in the storm’s path, be safe. And be sure to hug those you love.
August is so hot!
You watch the national weather and you see places where the actual temperature is over 100 for days at a time. I’ve seen unimaginable temps in Europe, too. It’s crazy. Here in south Florida, it’s hot, although not in the 100s. But I do appreciate air conditioning, for sure.
Smooth by Santana and Rob Thomas is the perfect song for a hot summer night. I’m loving this live version, although the official video really captures the mood I’m talking about tonight.
I hope you’re relaxing someplace pleasant, maybe enjoying a nice cool drink and appreciating these dog days of summer. Be sure to hug those you love.
It’s the second weekend of March, and we’re ‘springing forward’ tonight. Don’t forget. And if the Florida legislature has their way, this will be the last time Mr. R and I have to change our clocks. They’ve voted to remain on Daylight Savings Time from now on.
Which, on the one hand, is great. My feeling is, just pick one time and let me know. On the other hand, however, when everyone else ‘falls back’, the entire state of Florida will be all jacked up. The 6:30 national news will come on at 7:30. The Times Square ball will drop at 1:00 am New Years Day. Everything will be all wonky.
But who am I to complain? Just a lowly taxpayer. The state legislature also came up with the Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School Public Safety Act, which Gov. Rick Scott signed, in response to the outcry following the horrific events of a few weeks ago. While far from perfect, it’s a good start, particularly from a Republican governor to whom I usually refer as a dick with eyes.
The legislation limits gun sales to persons over the age of 21, among other things. It also allocates serious fundage for mental health initiatives. And it sets aside money to beef up school security.
Of course, there are those against the plan. The NRA is even suing the state, citing 2nd Amendment violations. I hesitate to wade into politics. Everyone is so hateful. But I’m for a little reform.
Some will call me a liberal. Go ahead, if that makes you feel superior. I’m neither Republican nor Democrat. I’m a registered Independent voter. I just look around for somebody who makes sense. And I have guns in my home. Nobody’s trying to take away your guns. We’re just trying to keep kids safe. I’d hope that, at least, is something we all have in common.
I’m feeling all punky tonight. So this little song from The Interrupters speaks to my soul. Wherever you fall on the issues, I hope you take a moment to see it from the other side. And hugs your kids tight. Because some parents in Parkland can’t do that tonight.
A couple of months ago, Mr. R called to me from his man cave/office in the back of the house.
“I bought us tickets to a show at the Kelsey,” he said.
“Great!” I responded. The Kelsey is a small Indie theatre not far from us in the little town of Lake Park. The theatre, and the place next door, a funky art space called the Brewhouse Gallery, are owned by a kid (okay, he’s pushing 30) who went to school with my kids. The last time we were there was to attend Swedefest, a film festival celebrating “Bad films by good people.”
Mr. R handed me the tickets he’d printed, and being the curious soul that I am, I went ahead and Googled the Hellzapoppin Circus Sideshow Revue. What I found is the video I posted above. Mmm-yeah.
But I have learned that the things I regret in life are the things I didn’t do, the chances I didn’t take.
So, all of that to say…
If they come to your town, give’em a whirl. 😉
I don’t know where you are, but baby, it’s COLD outside. Here in south Florida, we’re having a front move through. Yesterday we hit a record high of 87. Now, at 1:00 pm, it’s 66 and dropping fast. You know it’s serious when the fuzzy socks and the Cornelia Marie sweatshirt come out.
For this second weekend of December, I’m breaking out the baby songs. I love Merry Christmas, Baby. One of my favorite versions is the one by Cheryl Crow, but this version by The Boss is cool.
And I couldn’t resist this fun spin on Santa Baby from America’s Got Talent. I just smiled the whole time. I hope you enjoy them both.
The forecast for tonight is temps in the FORTIES, and I predict a fire in the fireplace and a nice glass of wine. Bundle up where you are and be sure to hug those you love.