Umbrellas [ellas-ellas- eh-eh-eh]


I say that with a smile.
The adventure was certainly enjoyable. It was entertaining and enlightening… and what’s another word that starts with e?
Equilibrium.
Yeah! Well, that’s all screwed up. Can you say Mal de debarquement syndrome ? MDDS is a type of vertigo that [rarely] occurs after stepping off a cruise ship
Whew! It is hard to type while hanging onto (or on to) the arm of a chair — it feels like a fun-house up in here!
So as the world turns I have summed up my trip with a poem and pictures.
I love water…
and sunsets…

and leisurely trips.
And I love being on land

more than living on ships.
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.


I’m falling off my stool here. Would you just look at this cat!
No, seriously, look at him. Look. At. This Cat.

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.

Each time the song subtly reminded me that I … that we are in this for the long run… that we are built to last.
You don’t have to say anything — I know you’re there.
and to sunsets and Tom Petty – all things I love more than I knew.
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.

Texas Flood original 11×14 acrylic on canvas. This is a silent auction. Bidding ends Friday at 5pm September 29th. Photo of painting displayed in natural light. Proceeds will be used for persons affected by recent hurricane(s) Send bids and questions to jannahill@rocketmail.com

Original post edited. The lighting gave impression of yellow hues.
I do not love shopping but my awesome daughter is taking me [us] on a cruise this fall so… I shopped. I do love bargains so the experience was almost enjoyable.
I don’t like trying on clothes either so I grabbed a few things off the rack and hurried home. The husband thought it would be wise to make sure the clothes fit before we set sail. He’s practical like that.
Yay! It fits well enough and isn’t this a cute little hat? 
Double yay! Another excellent guess on size err-um.
By the third change the excitement was waning and so was my patience.
“Have you considered some makeup and accessories?” the husband smirked.

“Have you considered kissing my backside?” I replied through a stress-clenched jaw.
“How about something with a little more color? Maybe some shoes and a pedicure for those garden toes?” he laughed.
“Lord have mercy sweet baby Jesus!” I grumbled.
“What’s wrong ?”
“I look like a red waffle cone topped with peach ice-cream and you’ve got my feet at war with one another! ”
“Calm down old woman you look good to me.” (That is his favorite go-to line.)
After I changed back into my ‘don’t give a poo’ daily wear and relaxed I asked the husband if he had been shopping – if he had planned his wardrobe.
“Don’t be ridiculous.” He says, “It’s a cruise — cruises are for relaxing.”
“You’re right dear.” Sigh. “Clothes are so overrated. I’ll pack a swim suit and pajamas.”

He won’t let me write or tidy the desk or clean the fabric on the chair. When I complained he said, “You’re fired!”