Feelings Are No Guide

When my father was dying and I had a serious anxiety breakdown, it felt like my world was crashing down.  I could see rationally that it was not.  But I could not stop feeling like it was.

Now I can rationally see that my world is beginning to come crashing down.  But it has not yet hit my feelings.

 

My Sunny Spot

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Blogosphere, you are now caught up on vacations, books, and yarns.  It’s back to boring life just in time for life to get REALLY boring.  May boring be as bad as it gets.

Above is my wintertime sunny spot, the south-facing sliding door of my boudoir.  The green comforter is just thrown there by chance; the spot is waaaaay too warm for a comforter to be called for.

Day 6: Montserrat!

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Enough with the beach shots; here’s something completely different.

The real impetus for this whole trip was to go somewhere a) warm b) quickly and c) preferably with a volcano.  Hence destination Montserrat, which had an eruption in the 1990s.  You get to Montserrat from Antigua, hence Antigua.

So, day trip to Montserrat.  Unlike Barbuda, Montserrat is a whole other country from Antigua.  It’s part of the UK, whereas Antigua is independent.  So there was check-in, customs, immigration, and embarkation fees.  In both directions.  On both sides.  That took up half the day.

We had a tour guide in Montserrat, because among other things that buys you a permit to actually tour the former capital of Plymouth, buried by the volcano, abandoned, and now overgrown.  We got to walk all over the ex-town and look at the ruins.  Hence the toilet shot above.

Montserrat’s other claim to fame is Air Studios, a recording studio founded by Sir George Martin (the Beatles’ George Martin) and birthplace of some famous 80s albums like Dire Straits’ Brothers in Arms and some Police albums.  The studio’s abandoned but we did stop at a café which is kind of a little shrine to Air Studios memorabilia.

Well worth the trip.  A very lovely and peaceful place.

Antigua 2020 Page-a-Day Calendar!

Welcome!  This past week Xopher and I made a trip to the Caribbean on only about one month’s worth of planning – very spur of the moment for us!  The destination was Montserrat, which had a volcanic eruption in 1996, but due to Montserrat’s relative lack of amenities (see: volcanic eruption in 1996), we spent the bulk of the week on the lovely island of Antigua!

We arrived on the first of March.  We went to a party recommended by the guidebook, said to be frequented by tourists and locals alike due to its booking the best steelpan and reggae bands on the island.  It was packed and touristy when we arrived, but it cleared out.

Harbor lights from the venue, called Shirley Heights:

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Zero Fucks Given

I’m doing great, because I’ve decided to take principles from The Fuck It Diet and apply them to my entire life; I call it “The Fuck It Life.”

 

a.  There’s a diet/eating/”wellness” crap book called French Women Don’t Get Fat.

b.  There’s a province in Thailand called Phuket.

c.  There should be a book, Phuket Women Get Fat; They Just Don’t Care.