Let the Good Times Roll

Remember the Summer Blowout sale we did in August?

I can’t believe how much my hair has grown and changed since then. (I’ll share pics when we get back from vacay.) Nor can I believe ‘somebody’ failed to inform Google of an end date for the sale so guess what?

Yep! All of the titles are still at crazy low prices. How low, you ask? So low it’s a good thing the awesome daughter is picking up the tab for the cruise.

Oh well, let the good times roll and Happy Fall Y’all.

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Celebrating More than His Music

As you all know Tom Petty died Monday.

I was going through my playlist and realized his music was more than just music for me. (Hang on while I get a tissue)

Snort.  Honk.  Sigh.

I sat up late last night burning through my hard-drive and YouTube videos– singing along and remembering…

So many memories were made with Tom Petty doing his thing in the background.

The song that strums my heart strings even this morning and makes me have to blow my nose [again] is Built to Last. It is not in the top ranks of his repertoire but… sniff, sniff.. 

I can’t tell you how many times the husband and I have drank to it, danced [our own dance] by the water and watched the sun go down to the beat of that tune.

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Each time the song subtly reminded me that I … that we are in this for the long run… that we are built to last.

So here’s to you honey: animated-gifs-drinks-068 You don’t have to say anything — I know you’re there.

Here’s to us: animated-gifs-drinks-061    and to sunsets and Tom Petty – all things I love more than I knew.

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Florida Dew

Florida Dew

(from Getting Me Back)

Three flights of stairs leave me winded

Still I light a cigarette, lean against the railing and look out over the salt ponds.

The Florida dew is still wet on my soles, mingled with imported white sand.

The grit clings to my swollen crooked feet like scared children.

It is early February and another spring like day at the southernmost point.

Roaming tourists’ cheerily fill the parking lot

A timeworn man with white hair tells a joke, refers to himself as a snowbird and the crowd cackles like the game fowl that live on the key.

Inside, the black girl from Jamaica pushes a cart loaded with towels and toiletries and yells toward the ceiling of an empty hall

Do you see my sweat!

I want to tell her yes,

Yes, I see your sweat!

Yours and every other soul’s that has bled life into this place! I see their tears and perspiration that filled the salty oceans and the ponds that surround us… that hold us here.

Instead I stare at my swollen gritty feet still wet with the Florida dew.

Remember Florida in her time of need... in the wake of Irma.