gritty musings...Bright Shiny Pennies

You know I always figured that once you learned something it stayed with you forever...right...like riding a bike..until i jumped on a bike in key west,,,in traffic...crashing into bushes...banging off parked cars...not so easy...you know...but as I've gotten older I realize its the how you remember ..as opposed to the actual doing..two very different concepts....I worked as a carpenter in my youth..I was ok at it...enough to make a living...but not all that inspiring...so when the beautiful girl wanted a walk-in closet in the bedroom...I was like sure...no problem.. i can do that... weeeellll.. what a load of bunk...first of all the memory is the first thing to go...in reality...I was a half assed carpenter more than twenty years ago...I had the tools and the energy to attack my projects...but I was an artist "working" as a carpenter...like a actor working as a waitor...( they are never good waiters!!!)...but now at 53...my eyesight is not the greatest..so those minute...

So I already wrote an entry for the week...but I saw something...on my way to the flea market for some fruit and chatchky(sp)...we came upon a caravan...about 20 or so cars, trucks, bikes, etc...they were festooned with american flags and signs...their purpose in blowing their collective horns and driving at twenty miles an hour was to bring your attention to their resolute hatred of the president and the health care bill...here's some stuff I noticed of the vehicles , bikes included, 17 were imports there wasn't a single person of color in or on any vehicle there were alot of bush/chenney/...McCain/palin bumper stickers the signs hanging from the cars said we don't need a trillion dollar deficit ( you know the deficit that was there before Obama took office) the leader of this group had a banner that read...i pay for my own health care...go get yours I am continually annoyed by the misiformed nature of this group...they buy whatever lie corporate america tells them...if ...

You know after this suckass winter we are actually gonna have a spring here in floreeda...some years it goes from 60 to 90 overnight and you don't notice the spring...but this year everything is brown from the frost...the grass...the plants...very un tropical,,, this morning its 70 and sunny and the birds are alive...winter is truly over and let the summer begin...it rained for a full 24 hours ...which is a sure sign that spring is here...and i have four orchids getting ready to bloom...it will all be green again before we know it...the water is way to cold to swim yet...around 50 or so...but i think i'll catch a sunset and a drum circle on the beach...maybe even stick my tootsies in the cold blue water...the tiki bars will be poppin...tourists will be layin on the beach...but for the locals it will be the first time in shorts and a tank top...everyone was out last night catchin some music and being able to be outside without a parka...elation was in the air...magnificent

those of you that know me know...that i have vagabond spirit...not in the moving from country to country...state to state...kind of thing..but the apartment to house...from mill to cabin...kind of thing...renting always afforded me a new vision...new environs....well lately ...for the past 5 years I have shared a house with "the beautiful girl' and at times her sister...her daughter...and my dogs..cats ...iguana etc...the point being ...my honey do list was comprised of mow the lawn...wash the cars... and thats about it... Well our little house..."the beautiful girl" owns it...is old by Florida standards...1940 or so...not so old when you consider that I lived in a cabin built in 1684 in pa....but still by Florida standards ancient...take for instance that it has no heat...most of the housing built out by the beaches where for winter livin...and hence never really experienced a winter like the past one...so...no heat...no air..they didn't live here in the summer....

i thought a lot about this post before i wrote it...i guess i didn't want the two of you that read this to think i was a callous basterd( I love that spelling)...But fuck it is way too hard living in a town that is taken over by the near dead...I've heard people complain about spring break...thousand of kids...drunk, fornicating...puking and generally making an ass of themselves in sea side towns all over the place...well I have been in those towns and i got news for you...its fucking great compared to this last level of hell where i reside...The old, for those of you that don't know it...are mean...really mean...hurtful...opinionated...entitled...awful...I actually saw two ladies well into their seventies almost come to blows over a shopping cart...one lived here full time...which means they endure the 100 degree July days...the other was from Michigan or Wisconsin...the remarks where along the lines of why don't you just stay up "north' and leave "us...