Sunday, November 9, 2025

November 3rd getting into the groove

November 3rd getting into the groove 


Does it make any sense to be sitting by the ocean fighting back tears? It's such a mix up of emotions… happy and sad at the same time…



Our morning has been wonderful so far. It's only 11 am and already it would be hard to make it any better, although Carm has disappeared somewhere between our room and the beach ⛱️ (update - he was talking with a lovely couple from Houston, although the man was originally from Nigeria - he dragged them back here so we chatted for quite a while.


A swim in the ocean and now I am back with my margarita (½ strength!) and bottle of water. Hardship! 


Well, a guy just walked past with 2 macaws and now I feel a bit sad…


We had breakfast with Olaf and Stephanie at the buffet. I walked in and the first thing I passed was a giant display of cut fruit including watermelon and dragon fruit - oh yeah baby! Then Carm and I walked around to see the gym - good but you have to wear gloves to use the weights, which of course I didn't bring… we passed the lazy river and giant water slide - maybe tomorrow. For now we will enjoy the beach with O&S 😁 


I feel that I have a gene that attracts me to all the things that the beach vendors are selling! I didn't bring any money except for tips so can easily send them away… they aren't aggressive or push.



After hours at the beach we all retired to our swim up room which is across from the party pool. Rocking music drew us into the 'aquarium' pool to make fools of ourselves! I love being on the edge of crazy! The heavy glass door to our room keeps some of the sound at bay inside but step outside! I love it.


If I could bottle up today to sip on this winter…



Hours later and we are tucked into bed after an awesome evening. We went to the hibachi grill for supper which is a noisy affair… I was sitting next to a bunch of young guys from the US Navy… they were sweet and we hung around with them for a few hours after dinner. I will admit that being called a 'hot milf' made my day! I'm easily flattered so hearing from a bunch of young men that I still have it was pretty awesome and I will ride on that high for a long time 😜 


After all that excitement and hours of dancing a quick dip in the pool topped the night. I can't imagine how tomorrow could even come close to today.


The list of awesome is just too long to include…

Sunday November 2nd the adventure begins

Sunday November 2nd the adventure begins 


The journey has begun… we were both awake for most of the night, anxious about our 1:45 am alarm which was made more complicated by the time change. We ended up getting up 15 minutes before it went off which got us out of the house by 2:10… a bit early but better checked in early than late.


I suppose our trip started a week ago when I began gathering clothes and other detritus to shoehorn into our suitcases. I had lots of time to fuss and fiddle so ended up repacking into empty salad containers which fit into the bags like Tetris cubes. They are lightweight and the perfect size for t-shirts and other smaller clothes. Just a bit of insanity 😮 


It's been a weird few weeks… I haven't been depressed but I haven't been great either. I've been existing in a muffled nothingness punctuated by anxiety masquerading as excitement or maybe it's the other way around and the excitement gets twisted with anxiety. But mostly I feel nothing. It's almost like I've been saturated with emotion for too long so my brain has checked out.


There are two kinds of depression, although that might be the wrong word. There's the black dog which is filled with an anguish that is nearly unbearable when it gets a firm grip. The other is a grey fog that obliterates feeling, leaving me drained, exhausted, and numb. That's where I am now.


It's weird… l feel no sadness, anger, frustration, or grief. Maybe it's a protective shield… I just hope it doesn't morph into something worse.


I think a week in tropical paradise will be a welcome reset. And if I know my brother Olaf at all he'll get the party going! I guess I can just say my brother without qualification since I only have one left. Reality sometimes slaps me in the face.


I have hardly been cooking for absolutely ages but managed to try a new recipe this week. I got the recipe for French onion cauliflower bake on FB but made a few tweaks. A can of white cannellini beans and some broccoli turned it into a main course. I'll make it again, even though it took hours to make! Caramelised onions never take less than 45 minutes to get right…



Last night I made mushroom gnocchi as I wanted to make something nice for Pat who moved in yesterday to take care of the beasts. I had some baby Bok Choy that I cut in half and sauteed it with chili crisp oil - yum!


But now! 7 days of a food extravaganza that needs no effort from me, other than choosing what I want!!!


Later at night, but really not that late at all (maybe it's 8:30? in some time zone)... we are back in our room, snuggled under the covers and ready to crash. It was a long day of hurry up and wait and then we finally got here! We've had lots of sun and too many pina coladas. Carm had fun in the swim up recreating 'the Swimmer' by swimming from one pool to the next! Finally, after a very noisy supper at a hibachi grill we parted ways with Olaf & Steph to make an early night of it. So far it's been a fabulous spot - lots of pool space, music, food, and drinks. But honestly, we are both totally exhausted and have cut the night early like the oldies that we are!


More tomorrow!


Awesome!


"sunrise from 35,000ft"

"No rushing around"

"getting back into cooking "


Monday, October 27, 2025

battening down for winter

Time has a way of getting away from me, somehow slipping away without leaving a mark. I started writing this post several days ago but keep forgetting to get back to it… 


I'll do a bit of time travel and am sure to mess up the tense as I update what I wrote a week ago!


The Thursday before last, (October 16th) we went to the villetta for a few nights - a last hurrah before bringing the beast home. We eeked out every last minute of enjoyment and then Saturday morning we were up and at'em after a quick coffee. It didn't take long to get travel ready… well, not long considering we'd been parked for 4 months and had settled in comfortably. A few pictures came down off the walls in the bedroom, the baskets were hoisted down from above the high cupboards, carpets were vacuumed and rolled up. Odds and ends were secured.


It was an easy hitch and we were on our way after a teary good-bye. It will be over 7 months before we return. It's a long time to wait, but I also know that the time will fly by and we'll be driving into our spot before we know it.


We got home with no trouble, got backed into the laneway after a few high emotion tries, and we were home. The weather was good so I got right to it, initially thinking I'd just empty the fridge, but as these sorts of things go, once inertia is overcome the job flies. By mid afternoon the camper had been emptied of everything that can freeze, including all the food, and various odds and ends. Carm carried loads of stuff into the basement - we've gotten a lot more organized over the years and what used to take a few days is now compressed into a few hours. For years, the dining room table would be covered with 'stuff' to be distributed around the house, but now, dedicated bins and duplicates of everything that doesn't freeze makes it a breeze with no giant mess.


While I finished up inside, Carm got the pink anti-freeze ready to run through the water system. And then it was done!



Sunday was another beautiful day in the high 20s, so we got busy and planted the garlic. While Carm worked at that, I deeked away to wash and wax the hardwood in the camper. Two jobs done! There are just odds and ends left in the trailer - easily taken care of over the next few days. So that leaves us mostly ready for our trip in 10 6 days!


But surely we've done more than that! I've made a few trips into the city to visit Mom & Dad, we've run errands, I've walked on the treadmill but have been too lazy to do weights. We've had covid and flu vaccines. It's taken me over a week to recover from the busyness of the previous few weeks - I don't have the stamina for long periods of activity. It's always been that way for me but it's worse since I started all my bipolar medications. It's great when I'm a bit hypomanic, unfortunately I can't call that up when needed!


This past Saturday we had lunch with Jo Ellen and Don. They treated us to a Greek lunch at their place which was lovely :-) 


The spare bedroom looks like a tsunami of clothes crashed upon the bed and desk. So many pairs of shoes are heaped on the floor. How many bathing suits should I pack? Is 4 pairs of shorts too many? I've got my dinner clothes all sorted out along with their accoutrements (those shoes again!) - that was the easy part. 


A throng of suitcases have been brought upstairs, most empty except for the giant one that contains our dedicated travel paraphernalia. The idea of sorting through all that stuff has me paralysed on the sofa. Most of my clothes are ready to be folded and tucked into bags. Carm is easy - I have historically packed his things and will continue to do so. I've been mostly successful but did forget proper socks one trip which resulted in him getting a bad blister - I'll do better this time! (update: I packed a few extra pairs jic!).



The weather has been more seasonal since the weekend with not enough much needed rain. But we did manage to get Grace's cage hefted out of the house and pressure washed. It seems to get heavier each time!


Today Carm got the hitch out of the truck and more hoses picked up… slowly but surely we are getting battened down for winter!


Through all of this I've been struggling a bit mentally. Vestiges of sorrow have been joined with seasonal ugh… but I've been pushing through and mostly managing well. It's not really a surprise after such an emotional fall. Having our trip planned has been a blessing and a curse… I'm finding the preparations to be overwhelming even though there's really not much left to do. Even packing is mostly done, I just need to shift a few things around and then add the hanging clothes so there's really no excuse for feeling so discombobulated but I guess I'm used to it!


I have to remember to tell myself that 'today is a better day' and get on with things!



"you are no longer where you were, but you are everywhere that I am"  Victor Hugo


Awesome!


"camper parked safely in the driveway for the long winter"

"164 cloves of garlic tucked into the nourishing ground"

"the new food basics in the village"

"house cleaner"