Photographs

I would have blogged more often this week, as I know you are just chomping at the bit to read my scintillating travelogue.  The internet, alas, as been only intermittent…to put it nicely.  Very frustrating…so I am now using my mobile hotspot and must keep an eye on my data usage.

The morning before we left Perry, Casey discovered a large lump on the driver front tire of our Expedition.  Luckily, we had only a 3-hour drive to St. Augustine Beach KOA.  This KOA is a nice one, 3/4 mile from the beach and just 3 miles from the Historic City of St. Augustine.

After setting up camp, we inquired as to a Tire Shop and got lucky…The Firestone Tire Center was smack-dab in the Historic City, so we dropped the car off for a new tire and walked around town.  Nice $135 free parking, eh?

We have been to St. Augustine Historic spots before.  There are reallyreally old buildings, forts, churches, the perfunctory tourist shops, decent restaurants, and the Fountain of Youth, of course…   We ate lunch and wandered around.

Our entire stay at St. Augustine Beach was sunny, highs lower 80s and breezy…in my mind perfect…  The beach had a nice pier and was just crowded enough with happy sun worshippers…

Saint Augustine Beach FL

Anastasia State Park was about a mile down the road, so we walked its dunes and hiked a short trail…

It’s only 123 miles from our St. Augustine Beach campsite to our current spot in Wickham Park, Melbourne, but since we made the trip and got set up, we haven’t seen the sun…  I am accustomed to everyday rain in Florida, and I remember a day where it actually rained all day, but this is running to 4 days in a row, with highs only up to mid-60’s.

And isn’t that perfect when you need to spend a couple of days indoors…?! I have already been to visit my Aunt Shirley and I’ll go back and spend another afternoon (doing laundry, too).  We are hanging out over at Cousin Kim’s house this afternoon, letting her feed us… I deliberately waited to shop for clothes until I got here and am thrilled to have a SteinMart and Bealls nearby, so shopping is a nice indoor activity.  Oh, and I need to get the witch nails cut back again, so there’s that.   By the time I get myself all prettied and cleaned, the Sun Will Return and we can head back to the beaches.

Uncle Junior died last Tuesday morning at 2am in the Linda White Hospice. He was a sweet man and I will miss our visits.   Aunt Shirley is the last of Mom’s brothers and sisters, 83-years-old and doing okay.  >sigh<

When the sun comes back, we’ll get out and Wow you with more photos…  Till then…

Peace

 

 

 

 

On the road…March 10, 2019

I like a little bit of Winter…cozy days by the fire, watching the birds at the feeders, the pretty snows that outline the branches, but I am always ready to head south in March.

I made my plans last year and got my reservations in order, but…changes.

We had to plan our departure date around the weather (we drive through Dixie tornado alley), so we left early to  sneak through on days between storms.  We managed to avoid winds or rain and it’s been warm and sunny since we arrived.

One of my complaints about trailer trippin’ is the lack of RV parks that have availability, especially this time of year in Florida.  The Snowbirds start to leave in March, (having been here since November) but they amble out throughout the month.  When we realized we needed to leave earlier than planned, there were few options, so we grabbed a convenient KOA here in Perry, FL.

There is nothing to do here…Nothing…seriously.  And they close down all of Nothing on Sunday.  It’s a decent campsite, though, and we’ve been organizing things in the trailer, which we couldn’t do in the 20-degree temperatures that we left behind.

I do love my Trailer…enough to name it Sonnystone2…but I was thinking about re-naming it “Like a Rolling sonnyStone”.  We  haven’t made the sign, yet, so what do you think?

We’re just relaxing, but there’s drama going on back in Evansville that I am dealing with.  My uncle Jr is dying and had I been there, I would be with him at the hospital. I’ve spent quite a bit of time on the phone, but I could have been much more effective in person.  I feel guilty, but keep reminding myself that many, many things are not in my control and I’ve done the best I can.

Tomorrow we’re packing it in and making a little 4-hour drive to St. Augustine Beach (our original destination) to stay for the week.   There’s plenty to do there…

…So if you go from nowhere
On the road to somewhere
And you meet anyone
You know it’s me.

Peace

Wild Turkeys

I’ve written about our resident wild turkeys, how a couple of years ago the bachelors got lucky and the two hens had nine new turkeys.  They were darling as they followed their moms around that summer. I didn’t see any hens or babies last summer, though I did see the three tom turkeys, who are just vile.  They meet up on my picnic table down by the firepit and smoke their cigars and swap lies.   While it may be kind of fun to watch them in the meadow during mating time (so I’m a voyeur), their overbearing, aggressive personalities are more negative than the positive.

Lately, they’ve been up near the house, availing themselves of the fallen birdseed from the feeders.  The other day. Casey happened out the door headed to the garage and I’ll be dipped if those assholes didn’t come at him, garbling and acting all tough.  He went on in the garage, grabbed a broomstick and there ensued a small skirmish, but he called a truce when I intervened.  I was getting ready to drive somewhere and I wanted to be able to get through without a fight.  They sauntered off toward the front of the house and I went out and got in the car without incident…however,

As I drove down our driveway (it’s about 0.1 mile) they decided to attack the car.  Have you ever seen a car-chasing dog? They want to attack the tires, the moving tires? These turkeys were  like that.  I was rolling along slowly and the one was dipping his head right into the tire well, while the others were running along gobbling and giving me large side-eye through the passenger window.  I was forced to turn right to avoid running over the front man and thought I’d outmaneuvered them.

But noooo….Looking in my rear view mirror, there they were!  a triangle of turkeys running their little legs off, gobbling loudly, their snoods bouncing and their wings puffed.  It’s a wonder they didn’t get run over, but traffic coming toward me saw them and slowed to a stop when the turkeys stopped… in the middle of the road…and the bastids proceeded to attack those cars, too!

When I returned from my my errand, they were back in the front yard and left me alone…

The very next day, Casey was working in the garage and didn’t realize they were out there when they attempted to stroll in.  He got the broom again…chased them down the hill swatting and yelling as they slowly and loudly backed off.  He threw a big stick and knocked one of them down, so they finally retreated and Casey returned triumphant…

Turkeys have been known to be aggressive toward humans and pets in residential areas.  Wild turkeys have a social structure and pecking order and habituated turkeys may respond to humans and animals as they do to another turkey. Habituated turkeys may attempt to dominate or attack people that the birds view as subordinates.

Ha!  I hope Casey has proven himself to be the dominant Turkey…

(He also pulled a muscle in his back and has been using the heating pad and ibuprofen…but don’t tell the Toms)

It’s the time of year for these nasty birds to be even more nasty, and right when I was ready to trap and remove them, I got a visit from the milder side of the Turkey tribe…

There were two older guard females off-camera and I am astounded… These are the babies that we saw two years ago and they’re all present and accounted for!  No doubt because the women have been in charge and I hope they’re not teaching them to be jerks like the bachelors…

who just happened to be a little behind them…

Ya gotta let nature be nature, I suppose…  Once they are through mating, they’ll calm some…I hope…I know I do…

And anyway, we might as well leave them the room since we’ll be vacating the premises shortly.  They would be better protection than a guard dog…

Speaking of vacating, we opened up the trailer and have started to load out for our upcoming trek.  We are watching the weather here for good travel conditions and will probably leave a day earlier than we’d planned.  You will, of course, be the first to know when we are on the road again…

The temps are dropping down to the teens for the next couple of days, but there is about an inch of snowcover that brightens up the landscape and the weatherman promised some sunshine…

Peace

 

 

 

Wrapping it All Up

It’s been a fun week of daily blogging here at The News.  I’m ready now to get back over to my ancestry blog and write about some of the research I’ve been doing, but I want to share one more ghost-post…

First posted February 24, 2014…

Or so it seems…

We had a great birthday week-end.  Thanks for your kind wishes.  Many of you are like me, scratching your head and asking, “where have the years gone?”  This poem says it better than I can…

Time Enough

The tally of years
added up so rapidly
it appeared I had
been short-changed,
tricked by sleight
of hand, fallen victim
to false bookkeeping.

Yet when I checked
my records, each
and every year had
been accounted for,
down to the last day,
and could be audited
against old diary entries
(client briefings,
dental check-ups,
parent-teacher meetings,
wedding anniversaries),
verified with credit
card statements
(multi-trip insurance,
antibiotics, concert bookings,
mobile top-ups).

And, although
nagging doubts
remained—an
inkling that I had
been ripped off
in some way,
given short shrift,
made to live at an
accelerated pace,
rushed through
my routines with
unseemly haste—
nothing could be proved,
no hard and fast
statistics adduced.

I had, it seems,
unknown to me,
been living my
life to the full.

“Time Enough” by Dennis O’Driscoll, from Dear Life. © Copper Canyon Press. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)

Onward to Spring..it’s only 24 days away!!

………

We’re going to uncover the travel trailer, aka Sonnystone2, this week.  Current plans are to leave for Florida in two weeks, which seems pretty soon, don’t you think?  On the other hand, it doesn’t seem soon enough to escape the dreary cold we’ve been experiencing.

Thanks again for all the birthday wishes!

age2

Peace

Ghosts of birthdays Past — 1974

It’s the stuff of legend…in my mind, anyway.

Don’t even ask me how I got there, or why, but on the eve of my 21st birthday I was living in San Jose, California with Dee and Dennis Costello, their daughter, Cindee, and my boyfriend.  Dennis was a drummer and and he had a gig that night over at a bar over somewhere.  The whole gang was there and the music was fine.  We closed the bar down at 3am, packed everything into the cars, and came back to Dee’s,  to wind down.  I was pulling some of the gear out of the car when I spotted a little flyer…almost missed it..  Grateful Dead were playing a 3-day show at Winterland up in San Francisco.

I was an avowed Dead Head, memorized all their records, playing all instruments…  I’d received the album Europe ’72 for my 20th birthday, so this was obviously a sign that I needed to see them Live for my 21st birthday…

Denny’s band was a kind of R&B horn-laced jazz fusion…Miles Davis was a friend, Billy Cobham was his idol and Tower of Power was a staple on the record player.  The guys were definitely Not dead heads, but they thought I was kind of country-cute in my blue suede boots and hip-hugger bell-bottoms, so they chipped in and gifted me enough money for tickets and some grub, Happy Birthday…!

One of the guys in the band drove us most of the way to SF (about 60 miles north) and we hitch-hiked the rest.  They were, inevitably, sold out.  But they had tickets for the next day!  We bought them, figuring we’d head home (get some sleep!!) and come back the next evening.

It was already a circus around Winterland that afternoon and we hung around until dusk before starting down to the freeway ramp to hitch a ride.  The couple that stopped to pick us up were headed to Berkeley for a party…we chatted…it just so happened that it was the woman’s birthday, too, her 29th!   We immediately bonded, what with the whole Pisces thing and all.  When she heard my story, that we had tickets for the next night’s concert, she insisted that we come with them to the party and spend the night at their apartment.

These people were obviously rich, well-dressed, educated…I was feeling pretty much like a dirty little hippie, but they acted as if we were just like them.  I choked down some Irish coffee at one of their friends’ house that had a wall that revolved…I’m not kidding, it was fabulous.  The place where the party was happening had 3 floors, belly dancers, hookahs, palm-readers, hippies and freaks…  The cover of the Doors Strange Days album?  Kind of like that…only with a smattering of academia types…

We crashed back with the couple whose name I don’t remember; the next morning they fixed us breakfast and sent us on our way…  I am so grateful for all the humans, like them, who helped me get down the road.

Anyway, we spent a beautiful day wandering around Golden Gate Park, strolling and lolling from one end to the next, stopping and sleeping for a couple of hours in the sun.

When it was time, we headed over to Winterland, where Bill Graham  introduced the Grateful Dead…  I remember dream-like Dancers, melting during  Candyman, psychedelic strobe, smoky apparitions, trippy music that played me…  I don’t know, maybe it was the roses…

!!!  Lo and behold, thanks to the Superlative Family of Dead Heads, that concert is available for our listening pleasure…I’ve been having flashbacks ever since I discovered it….  It lasts 3 hours 42 minutes and I’ve got it going on a loop…  Just in case you’re interested, this is the link (Melissa and Eric)…

Grateful Dead February 24, 1974 Winterland Ballroom

Here’s a couple of pictures from that week-end, courtesy of the archive at Dead.net:

garcia

bobby.jpg

When it was all over, we just kind of sat staring until we realized the cops were dragging out people who were just sitting staring.  They would prop them up against the wall outside the door, though, and we walked by a row of starers, unsure which way to go.  We walked for what seemed like a couple of hours, up and down hills, talking about the concert, singing, wondering if we were lost….  We wound our way back to Winterland and the place was pretty well emptied out.

Just across the street was an overhead camper truck, you know the kind?  As we discussed how to proceed, the guy driving the camper came up and said, hey, you need a ride?  Unbelievable.  His camper was laid, with a great stereo and all the amenities. We talked about the concert, we sang to more Dead, and finally crashed,  parked right there.  The next morning, he drove us back to our place in San Jose.  Don’t remember his name, either, but thanks, Buddy.

Everything was charmed on that birthday.  I enjoyed it while it lasted.  As I look back at all my birthdays, indeed, all 66 of my birthday-years, I shake my head in wonder…

Sometimes the Light’s all shinin’ on me,

Other times I can barely see.

Lately it occurs to me

what a Long Strange Trip it’s been…

It’s somebody else’s 74th birthday today, and I wonder if she ever remembers picking up those hitch-hikers on their way to a Dead concert…

Peace

Ghosts of birthdays Past — 2015

It was actually my birthday-eve, 4 years ago today, that my fourth grand-daughter was born.  You know Samantha, she’s the little red-haired girl who hangs out with me a lot.  You’ve probably seen her flying by on her Magic Carpet…with JoJo right behind her…

Birth!

1 year

age 2

3 years old!

Ghosts of birthdays Past — 2005+2007

The first birthday that I blogged was in 2005, when I visited NYC to experience the Christo and Jeanne-Claude exhibit, The Gates.. The exhibit ran from February 12, 2005 through February 27, 2005.  According to Christo’s web site, all told, 7,503 individual gates were installed.  It was a once-in-a-lifetime…  We had been to see Emmylou Harris and Vince Gill perform on the Grand Ole Opry in Nashville the night before I flew out.  While in New York, I was feted with Magnolia cupcakes and a trip to the Metropolitan Opera…

 

I have shared that year with you before, but no one read it…  Looking back on the old blog posts from the 2004-2009 Primitive Platform, I cringe.  I apologize for not capitalizing.  The pictures are dark and I can’t zoom on them.  But it’s what we’ve got..

The old Sonnystone chronicled a 2007 birthday party that I had with my sister, her kids, and grandkids and my cousin, her daughter and grand-daughter…

First posted February 23, 2007…

54 and there’s so much more….

— TheBug @ 9:09 pm

it was a rainy, thundery, gloomy day outside, but inside it was warm and fun, even funny, thanks to my wonderful family.  my camera seems to give everybody “devil” eyes, but we’re really more angelic than we look in these pictures.

we finished with a rousing game of “stick the tail on the donkey” and everyone won!

thanks again…i love you all.

 

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That’s the kind of birthday party I’m planning for “our burday” on Saturday with Samantha.  I still have the pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey game!  Ariel and the Little Mermaid is our theme and we have hats for everyone!

Peace

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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