Category Archives: Moving In together
Welcome the South Florida – AKA there goes the neighborhood.
Neighborhood rumors are that the great-grandfather fashioned a raft made of mannequin body parts, used the mannequin arms as paddles, and in the dead of night, the family escaped Cuba and arrived on the beaches of Florida.
The legend goes, the waters were treacherous, and usual dancing dolphins not did shepherd them – but a phalanx of alligators escorted them – day and night -to freedom. A bounty of ripe coconuts bobbing by provided food and drink. Tiny, tasty fish jumped from the sea onto the raft for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Despite those ‘miracles’ they report their harrowing story makes Hemingway’s Old Man and the Sea look like a canoe ride in Central Park.
Welcome the Neighborhood
The Loud Family – not the PBS special
On the Fourth of July our traditions involve red, white, and blue Bunting, strawberries, blueberries, and sparklers.
Theirs involve guns, Sky Flyers, Roman Candles and Screeching Rockets. And, more guns. Why does anybody shoot at the sky?
Our Christmas celebration involves a tree, colored lights and tinsel and Bing Crosby crooning Mele Kalikimaka…
Their Christmas celebration involves a month long production of decorating every square inch of the exterior house with colored lights, so bright that you can read a book at midnight by the light of their decorations. Neighbors have taken to buying blackout curtains to use in December.
For some reason, the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ inspires more loud Salsa music, guns and shooting at the sky. (Hey! Santa Claus is up there!) The symbolism is lost on me.
Our Easter involves colored eggs and lots of chocolate. Their Easter celebration involves 10 cars and several motorcycles parked on their front lawn; barbecuing a baby goat; loud Salsa music for two days; gales of laughter; clouds of cigar smoke and more guns. Again, with the shooting at the sky.
The legendary, loud family – is very friendly and extremely gracious, and, at one time, they invited all the neighbors to their various celebrations. The guns were a buzzkill.
Home Sweet Home?
In South Florida, you see many homes with two chairs on the front porch. When the weather is cooler, people sit on the porch – perhaps, sipping iced tea? Our friendly neighbors have six chairs, a keg, a boom-box and a tiny disco ball.
There goes the neighborhood…
We heard today that the neighborhood has gotten too quiet for the family and they are moving to South Beach. Evidently, Great-grandpa owns a few condo buildings in Miami and he will move the families. Go figure.
Grandpa had a small department store in Cuba and each evening he would bring home a mannequin part to his tiny garage. He fashioned a raft using bits and pieces of the store mannequins.
The day of the great escape, each of his sons playfully carried one quarter of the raft to the beach. Each of the daughters nonchalantly carried mannequin arms to the getaway point on the beach. The story goes, the 10 family members boarded the body raft, used the arms as paddled and they landed in the Florida Keys.
They caught a wave, the phalanx of alligators escorted into the shore and they walked to Miami. Grandpa arrived with a quarter clenched in his teeth.
You can’t make this stuff up.
Oh wait, yes you can.
If a woman tells you she doesn’t want anything
for Valentine’s Day…do not believe her.
Psst! Remember this secret:
When in doubt…over do Valentine’s gifts, baubles, trinkets, sweets, Bubbly…
To err is human
to overcompensate is
There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved.
February 14th strikes fear in the hearts of many singles…
Do funny valentines and flirty poems freak you out? Do red, velvet, heart-shaped boxes and long stemmed red roses cause your heart to pitter patter, your mouth to go dry and flop-sweat to appear out of nowhere?
Relax, Binkie – there’s an App for that.
The following top 10 list of fears – not so much
Here are: The Top 10 Common Fears Known to Single Men & Women
1. Isolophobia – the fear of being alone
2. Athazagoraphobia – the fear of being forgotten
3. Gamophobia – the fear of marriage
4. Mageirocophobia – the fear of cooking
5. Sexophobia – the fear of the opposite sex
6. Gynophobia – the fear of women
7. Hominophobia – the fear of men
8. Clinophobia – the fear of going to bed
9. Homilophobia – the fear of sermons
10. Nyctophobia- the fear of the dark or night
“I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. ‘Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death.” Thomas Paine
Remember:Valentines Day is a day of fun, flirting, and the very day to Blame Cupid for all your romantic notions and emotions.
Wear Red, Smile at Strangers and share kisses (Hershey’s… or your own)
FACT: There are enough Comcast criticisms, battles, blitzes, and atrocities to fill a dozen blogs.
I am not going to bore you with the egregious details of our move…
I am going to give you The Gift of Information…
Do you have a Comcast Challenge?
Here is the Comcast Solution:
Send an Email with the following information
- Full name
- Service address
- Best contact phone number and time to call
A description of the problem:
Send the email with with the above information to:
A Comcast problem resolution specialist should contact you to follow up.
First: Have a Garage Sale!
Possibly the Most stressful, exhausting, taxing, demanding, unfulfilling event in a lifetime….
Organizing, planning, purging, pricing, promoting, staging, signage, paperwork, selling, smiling, haggling…for hours and hours.
…One man’s treasure is another man’s Junk…Dopey, really?
If you can ‘get along’ and work together for the common good and still speak to one another after eight hours of looky-loo’s, weirdos, and harassing hagglers….
And, if you can sell a ton of duplicates (you have two blenders, two irons, ice buckets, dozens of wine glasses, bowls, plates, baseball hats…) and the myriad “Won’t Need Its ” for the new house’ items – Bravo!
More power to you…crack open a bottle of really good wine – you deserve it…Have pizza – really good pizza – delivered.
Put your feet up. You Survived.
Put Dopey near the recycling bin…
Good Bye, California and Cashmere!
And turtle-necks, leather boots, scarves, and gloves, berets, blazers, and wool coats…
Hello Flip flops, sandals, T-shrts, sundresses, capris
and suncreen in December
(and January, February, March…)
To the land of No reindeer – lots of Pink Flamingos –
No Snow-flakes – Lots of Snow-cones…and Snow birds.
She was a night owl… he was a ‘mourning’ person.
They were polar opposites and very attracted.
She was peppy and perky and reveled in all the trappings of Christmas – from candy canes and wreaths, Christmas carols on the radio 10 hours a day, to red and white sweaters, socks and warm hats, and mittens and mistletoe.
He was a Hanukah kind of guy. Not that merry – not that happy.
The six month sabbatical in South Florida was a meant be a lark – it turned out to be more of albatross.
She slept in – he was up very early, ran three miles and wrote the book, did research and taught the class. Went to dinner with clients.
She wanted to explore, have adventures, hit the clubs, eat Cuban food and party. He didn’t. He wouldn’t. She found a passel of people who were fun, single and adventuresome. Bliss! Solo bliss…however, she was ‘sought after’ by kindred souls.
Bam! One day – December 25th – he was working – she met a soul mate. A 100% perfect match who was being transferred to The Bay Area.
She hitched her heart on that star and they have been happily ever after.
Florida- where Palm Reading takes on a whole new meaning.
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