Day Two Texas behind me – Arkansas Bound!

Ruby and I got up early and took a walk around the Tyler Oaks RV Park. Just checking it out. They really have everything you would need, even propane. Every site (all 150 of them) is equipped with a picnic table and a fire pit… hummmmm. Not sure I get the fire pit thing, since it’s 100 degrees and Texas gets approximately 2 days of winter, but hey! Let’s put it this way, they all looked brand new.

I tried to go for a swim, but the pool didn’t open until 10 am. My exercise sabotaged once again. I showered instead and cooked some sausage and eggs to sustain me on the trip.

It was a fun drive most of the way. Rolling Meadows and big trees. Cool small towns with a Dollar General is each one. No Lie! The first leg was never over a 40 mile stretch and seemed to go quickly. Keb Mo radio helped me along the way.

The last 70 miles we just 18 wheelers and orange cones and road work. There were some white knuckle moments. I didn’t think it would ever end. Finally, my exit! Wow, I lucked up. I am in the Iron Mountain Recreation Area, Arkedelphia, AR. This place is so beautiful. I am situated up high with a beautiful lake below. Praying that the parking break holds. This is a state park so it’s so inexpensive at $17 a night. The Tyler Oaks was $38 – big difference in ambiance, that’s for sure. So you have amenities on one hand and nature and beauty on the other. It’s a no brainer for me.

Time to go explore.

Day One of my 4 day journey to Brandon MS

Left Bastrop TX, probably for good (except perhaps for an occasional visit) at around 10:00 am. Destination, Tyler, TX. I made it to the Tyler Oaks RV Park around 2:00 pm
Most of the way, it was Farms and blue skies. Ponds and Cows. Small towns and skunk carcasses (street crossing epic fail).

Pretty boring, actually. Every now and then you go up a rolling meadow and are able to see far into the distance. It’s actually very pretty.

It took Ruby a little while to finally settle down and go to sleep. She was rubber necking at first. This is a test. We are trying out her new doggie booster seat. That way I won’t throw her into the dash if I have to stop abruptly. I can’t reach her in this Motorhome. Also, it will keep her in her seat and not all over me while I am driving. Safety first.

About an hour from my destination I turned south on Hwy 155, not to be confused with Interstate I-55. All of a sudden it was pine trees everywhere. Then a beautiful break in the trees, to what I later discovered, is Lake Tyler. Very pretty.

Tyler Oaks RV Park is a nice park with lots of amenities but no trees, just gravel and concrete. Very little grass even. They can pack them in here, that’s for sure. Hot though! Not the shaded lot like I had at the Buescher State Park. It’s only for one night, so it’s fine. I was able to get my laundry done, cook dinner, and go get a shower in the bath house all before 5:00 pm

It’s gonna be an early night! Wait, I believe, every night lately is an early night. What is happening? I’m Old!

Live and Love

“We humans, especially as women use manipulation and control because it gives the great illusion of security. However, security that is produced by nagging or twisting is exactly that – an illusion. It creates a false sense of safety, which actually causes a deeper ache and emptiness. Live and love marked by giving, not getting. In that, you will have great freedom”

Liveloved

Is it just me, God?

I am a note taker and journaler. When something comes to me, whether special, concerning, or a memory good or bad for that matter, I love to physically write it down, most often in cursive. I take notes (and doodle) in church and in meetings or seminars. Doodling Art is how I listen. One Sunday, feeling greatly moved, I wrote an apology letter to my church (which I didn’t send). I believe it was a feeling of guilt and selfishness that brought me to tears and this realization.  So I responded on paper of course (I knew that was safe):

Dear Church (or was it God)… I come to your services (not enough by the way) and sit up in the balcony. I come with the wrong spirit, honestly. I come with a selfish spirit always demanding to get something out of it. I am looking, searching, and scanning the crowd. I know no one personally, so I create this false sense of feeling unwanted and unloved. If the music isn’t great, I’m disappointed. Music is life, if you ask me.  It moves me. If my Pastor isn’t speaking, I’m disappointed. Then there is it, while sitting there I feel this tug telling me to do something, do anything, start somewhere. However, typically, the service ends and I walk away. Before I even get home the feeling goes away. I have been a let down to you, for all of which I apologize. Then I vow to “myself” to do something about it. (to “myself” because I don’t want to be held accountable – what a coward)

Funny thing, that’s not me. Sometimes I feel like I have disappeared.  Did I lose myself somewhere along the way?  God gave me several gifts, (we all have them). My gift of gab happens to be one of them. I have no problem talking to people, whether they like it or not. I could so easily walk up to a stranger at a table and introduce myself.  All of a sudden, we become best friends. I have the ability to make people smile regardless of their mood. Making people smile gives me a huge rush.  Is that selfish, too!  So blaming the church for not knowing anyone, not feeling wanted or loved … give me a break.  How selfish can I be. Have I lost my mojo?

Then this morning I woke up with a memory. I was sitting at Pete’s Pub in the Bahamas (yes it’s a bar).  Sitting beside me was a guy I had known for several years. I knew he and his wife were Sunday School teachers back in Florida.  We had conversations about religion in the past.  This time he surprised me. Out of the blue, he says, “Christians are so hypocritical and pretentious. I don’t want any part of it any more. I’m done.”  I immediately said, “Wait, I’m a Christian” , and I stopped there.  Feeling a bit offended, I wanted to say “But look at me, look at me”.  But out of fear and uncertainty in myself, thought better of it. (reference paragraph one).

However, we did launch into what became basically the following discussion. “Wait aren’t you judging a group of people?” (The entire basis of the conversation).  Generalizing truly angers me. “Christians are just naive”, “That’s just a Man for ya”, even judging groups that mean to be groups, “Anyone that could be a democrat is an idiot.” –  As much as I hate generalizing, there are times when I am just as guilty as the next guy.  Then I think, making those kinds of comments aren’t smart.   Those comments kind of under mind God in a way. Comments like “Christians are so hypocritical”.   Isn’t the basis of that comment your buddy Joe’s decisions?   Joe, the self proclaimed Christian, sitting next to you?  He’s talking about church when you know for a fact he is having an affair. Yes, he shared that, too!  Reality check, it is “Joe” people, NOT “Christians” as a group.  The media doesn’t help. We see things “in the name of God”, that shock us all. We even get caught up sometimes and begin questioning things. So you can rest assured that the non-christians obtains just that much more ammunition.

Another weapon for the non-christian to generalize is the “Holier than thou Christian”.   This person walks around with this air.  The head is held high and they are ready to pounce. Within a minute of you sharing something about your life, you are told that hell is your final destination.   “If continue on the track you are on and you will see”.   Maybe that is being judgemental however I know for a fact it’s a complete turn-off the generalizing group of people.  Face it, no one wants to be told what they can and can’t do.  Guess what “holier than thou guy”, My sin is no greater than yours is it?

Claiming Christianity does not makes us sin free.  Nor does it give us some heavenly knowledge to judge the next guy.  It does give us peace, in understanding that we are forgiven for the past sins. Christianity doesn’t  give us the justification to sin.  How convenient would that be.  If knowing all we have to do is ask and we will be forgiven.  Wouldn’t that be justification?  We sin enough as it is just living from day to day.  Furthermore, Christianity does not provide us automatic understanding of how others should live their lives.  It is a guide and path upon which we should follow.  A guide on how we should act, not how we expect others to behave.  Our choice is between us and God.  Guess what, the other guy has a choice, too.

The gift of forgiveness is a gift for which I am mainly thankful.   I truly do NOT hold grudges.   There are times I get run over because of this gift.   Run over me today and I will still be there tomorrow if you need me. A lot of times I can also forget (that’s a biggy). I can’t imagine not being able to forgive. I have enough issues in my day to day life as it is.  If I could have one prayer answered today, I would ask God to give every person the gift of forgiveness.  Wouldn’t it be nice try if we all put generalizing aside and replaced it with understanding, forgiveness and friendship.  Instead we condemn, like we actually have that right.

Guess what, the person next to you at the office,  in line at the coffee shop, your child’s teacher, or your child, for that matter, does not (as much as you would like it), understand or think like you. God created us all so different. We are different every way. Every cell of our being is our own. We are created by God for God. We all have brains and choices. This is major. I learned this lesson  from a conversation with my 10 year old son, some years back.   I love sunrises and sunsets. I am in awe each and every time and at  everyone. They are so majestic, so unique. I can’t understand how anyone can believe there is no God.   Here’s your sign …every morning and night, shouting, “Look at me and believe”.   We were heading home from tennis practice.  There was an amazing sunset over the Ross Barnett Reservoir.  I said to my son, “Look at that, isn’t the sky beautiful and amazing”. He looked me dead in the eye and said, “Mom, what if I don’t see the same thing you see.”   WHOA!  I was dumbfounded. Seriously, how true a statement. This lesson from my 10 year old has helped me in so many ways throughout the years. Seeing people as different helps me to be less judgmental. It helps me to realize that I don’t walk in your shoes and you will never walk in mine. “Each to his own understanding”, right!

So simple when you think about it!  We are all just human aren’t we. “Can’t we all just get along?”  Well, I can’t control you or the world.  Frankly, who would want that responsibility.  I can control me and really need to do that more often. The gift of choice, God gave that one to all of us.

Road Trip

Gail, Susan and I struck out on a road trip yesterday.  Our first destination was to be Sandy Point.  It is far south from where we are.  http://www.abacoescape.com/OffPath/AbacoMapLarge.jpg

You will have to enlarge map to get the idea.  Sandy Point is about 50 miles south of Marsh Harbour, which puts it about 30 miles from Little Harbour.  We were able to borrow the Pierce’s Jeep, which is always fun.  I want one!

Right after you approach the “Welcome to Sandy Point” sign, on the left you will find, if you don’t blink, the Sandy Point Airport.  United will NOT be flying into there I promise.  Next, is the Ferry office, where you can purchase tickets to go to Nassau. (Don’t have any desire to go there myself…yuk… too many people.

Sandy Point was hit pretty hard by Sandy (ironic huh?), but the one eat place we intended to hit and have lunch, Nancy’s, was operating.  Yeah!  It was amazing.  Lobster, Fried Chicken, or Mutton Snapper, rice and peas, and slaw were the choices.  I was very tempted to get the chicken … but… it’s a fishing village.

This is a picturesque community of about 200 that make their living from the sea.  There are almost as many churches as their are houses, seemed like anyway.  They are also fortunate enough to be able to work some for an Island that is 8 miles away that used to be known at Gorda Cay (now Castaway Island).  A vacation destination for the Disney’s “Big Red Boats“.  Yep, Disney purchased the Island and building facilities to accommodate their cruisers.  Most of the labor is from the people of Sandy Point.

After our trip to E & E Grocery and the docks to get fuel, we ventured to our next stop… Crossing Rocks.  Not much to say about this little village, but the beach used to be filled with sea glass.  Sandy did some damage there as well.  We were able to get a couple bags full for Gail to take home.  Mission accomplished.  On the way home, we picked up this little boy and his heavy load (conch shells) and gave him a lift home.  How about that smile?

Then we took a chance from my memory and went off the road a couple miles, good thing we had the jeep, in search for just one of the many blue holes here in the Abacos.  There are so many, it’s crazy.  This particular hole is called the Sawmill Sink.  A lot of underwater exploration goes on in these holes.  Some prehistoric crap has been recovered on many occasions.

Fun day!

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Quiche at Pete’s

7:30 am Friday morning we head over to Pete’s house, basically to loan him a dozen eggs.   He was going to cook quiche for a friend.   Next thing you know, Gail and I are cooking the quiche and doing some house cleaning for Pete.  It just happens that way around here.  His friend Mike never showed but Heather and Fletcher came by and ate with us.  The weather has been amazing to say the least.  January here is usually chilly.  We it’s 80 plus and light wind.  That equals fishing!
Gail and I went home for maybe an hour around 11:00.  We got a few things done,  then headed out in our swimsuits, in pursuit of a fishing trip with Pete.  We were on the boat by 12:30.  We trolled a bit, then mostly bottom fishing.  Just being out there on the water brings me such joy.  I love to fish.  The funniest fishing moment and a first for me is when Gail pulled out a book.  (Wait…. why did she have a book on the fishing boat to begin with)  Wait for it…..
She began reading a poem out loud!  Yes, to Pete and I.  You can’t make this crap up!  We all got a good laugh out of it.  I will say that Pete let her bring in the first fish, a trigger.  Maybe there is something to this poetry reading thing.  HA HA!  We got several good bites, a few big ones got off but we didn’t bring home many fish.  Doesn’t matter.  I love fishing!
Now Greg (Pete’s son) on the other hand, caught the largest grouper I have ever seen in person.  (or in fish)  He went out alone and brought home the bacon.  He has to.  Pete’s Pub guest have to eat.
After an exhausting day of fishing we got back home around 4 and had to be at Pub by 5:50.  We enjoyed a great dinner with Marie and West. (They own the cottage we are staying in presently).  It was a fun night and a long day.  Wow this kinda of fun can be exhausting.  Both of us are sleeping like babies here in this place.  Ah the Peace!

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Bringing in the year with a bang…

New Year’s Eve started with a 4 mile walk/Island exploration.  We came home and ate and rested.  Then we sat out for a little sea glass searching.  The wind was still way too strong, the tide was too high, so we were getting way to wet.  We will have to wait until another day for that.  We got a few pieces.

We then went to Jan’s at 3 for a game of Rubikub.  That was a fun way  to pass the afternoon.  By the time we wrapped that game up, it was time to get ready for the party at the pub.  It was to start at 6.

At 6  O’Clock sharp, we were there.  We had the honor of hearing Elizabeth Pitcairn, an American Classical Violinist, perform a few songs in the gallery.   Her family owns the closest Island from Little Harbour, so they have been around here for quite a while.  Hearing her play is quite an honor.  It is usually very hard to get a ticket to see her perform around the world and this was a very intimate setting. (Wikipedia – Just google her)

Jammin’ Jan was our musical entertainment at the Pub tonight.  The food was amazing.  Pete made his famous Lobster Bisque.  The balance of the meal included Panko fried Lobster, New York Strip, Mashed sweet/white potatoes, salad and many desserts.   I brought half of my steak home.  I will have a sandwich or some steak and eggs, I can promise you that.  Eventually, the dancing would begin and begin it did.  I am pretty sure I danced for 4 hours straight.  Never in a million years did I think we would make it to midnight, but we did.  We toasted with champagne and watched the fireworks with Pete.  We brought it in right.  We walked home, safe and sound and ready for 2013.  Bring it on!

We woke up early, feeling great.  Marie and West invited us to their Brunch at the house.  We had Coffee, Bloody Mary’s, Mimosa’s, Fried Eggs, Bacon, fruit and Pancakes made by a chef from the Abaco Club who was also present,  Antonio and Sharon.  They are now our new best friends, great couple.  It was an awesome way to spend our first morning.  After sitting there for hours and visiting, we were both sinking, so a nap was in order, right?  Wrong!

As we are heading down the stairs we here, “Where are the girls?”  It is Charlie and Wellie.  They are going out for lobster, wanted to see if we would like to join them.  Well, how could we say “NO” to that?  We threw on our swimsuits and jumped on the back of the golf cart with them and off to Pete’s we went.   We got water from the bar, Charlie and Wellie went to get the boat.

Let me pause to describe the boat… we are talking a 12 foot wooden skiff, with 1 x 8’s as seats and an old piece of PVC as a tiller, the paint job… well there really wasn’t one, and to top it off, it was taking on a little water.  Low and behold there was a cut out chlorine bottle to use a a scoop for bailing.  No Worries!

That didn’t stop us… We hopped on board with smiles on our faces with Charlie (the town drunk) and Wellie (My friend Susan’s Boyfriend).  These guys have been doing this for their entire lives.  It was crazy to watch.  We were probably not out there 30 minutes.  Wellie put on his wet suit, jumped over board with his Hawaiian sling and came up with this massive lobster on the end of it.  He threw it on board and Gail let out a small scream and we both retracted our feet from the floorboard of that skiff.  Beautiful crustacean I must say!  After two more searches, Wellie said, “That’s Enough” and we headed to shore.

When we were safe and sound at the Pub, we decided to have one blaster for for that nap.  It was probably 2:30 pm by then.  So we sat at the bar and visited and laughed.  Charlie prepared that Lobster for us and put it in a bag with ice in the freezer in the pub.  Dinner!!!!  Willie and Pete appeared not soon after and we laughed and talked with those two for another hour or so.  Meanwhile, Pete had ordered us all lunch.  Lobster bisque and cheese toast.  It was amazing.   Pete can make some soups now.

After lunch, Pete and Willie went and got some rods and reels and we met them at the pier.  Here we were off to sea again, and with two men, imagine that!  We cruise the byte for conch.  We found four.  Now I did get these myself.  I was the retriever.  Ha ha!  After floating around in the shallows for conch, we headed in and stopped by Dr. Jerry’s for a bit.  We floated in there harbour and watched them work on the boat lift.  Really, I am not kidding.  This is what you do in the Bahamas.  You work and watch people work.  Piddle may be the best word.  But hey, we are sitting on the most beautiful water you can possibly imagine, watching the most amazing sunset with not a care in the world.  It just doesn’t get much better.

So, after sunset, safe and sound on the shore and after the retrieval of our Lobster of the day, we walked home to prepare our steak and lobster dinner and looked at each other, laughing, “You can’t make this crap up and you can’t plan it either”

This has been a whirlwind entry into Little Harbour.  Things will slow down, starting today and postings will be more thoughts than activities, but I had to share.  This has been a fun 4 days.  Makes me smile.

BTW:  Internet is not great up on this hill, so photos are hard to upload.  They take a while.  I have so many photos that I want to upload it’s crazy.  Guess I need to be more selective, so I will try this time and in the future.  Thanks for reading!  Comment as well.

P S To top of the fun year in a positive fashion, Devin won his first round in Singles in the Challenger in Brazil.  That is a big deal.  He may be able to pay for his trip over.  I am so very happy for my boy!  It’s gonna be a great year!

Trying something different here – Look at photos on this link, my facebook page.  Uploading much faster there.  Bringing in the New Year Album

You can’t make this crap up… You can’t plan it either!

Literally in PJ’s until noon.  Worked on computer a bit, not a bad gig!  Took Gail on a walking tour of the Island and to meet Cathy and Gordy, up the hill.  Split a blue cheese burger at Pete’s.  We were gonna walk back to the cottage for a nap (We’d had such a grueling day so far), but stopped off a the gallery to talk to Jan about some new songs to learn and here comes Pete and some Bahamian guys.  Who knew that 5 minutes later we would be serenaded by guitar and singing.  You can’t make this crap up and you can’t plan it either.

We walked the rest of the way home via the beach and Pete’s house, only to stumble on to a dinner party.  Pierre Pete invited us in for food, wine and fellowship. We got home at 6:44 pm, (late night).  The stars were unbelievable.  We watched the moon rise and sang a little deck Karaoke.  We were in bed by 9.  Fun Night – Day 2!

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Let The Games Begin…

First, let me get one thing straight… there is only a handful of people I would allow to join me on my Island Sabbatical, for a lot of reasons.  A few major qualifications include, being able to do your own thing and enjoy being alone.  You must be able to just chill and look at God’s beauty and be happy with that, there is NO schedule, so relax.  The majority of the time will be spent laughing so, get used to it, your cheeks will hurt.   Lastly and Importantly, Don’t Judge!

Having said that, Gail and I began our journey Friday at 10:30, to be exact.  All the stress leaves my body, the minute I make my flight back to Little Harbour, the place I call home.  It’s a good thing because there could have been some melt downs the last few days and there were zero.  I was packed and ready to go with a smile on my face.  As is says in my new favorite song by Keb’ M0′ (Thanks Clay),

“l hear a voice
And l hear the sound
The sound of my shoes
shuffling on out of town
Too many people
Too many cars…”  – Just listen to it!

Went to pick up Gails right on time at 10:30 am and surprisingly, she was ready!  That’s crazy!  I gave her a two thumbs up, (would have given her a “tater”, but she refuses to do that – too redneck, hahaha”).  Her being ready, wow, I never saw that coming.  We had to stop at the bank, so we went the long way to the airport, didn’t matter… we had plenty of time.  Well, all that was about to change.  We sang the above song over and over on the way to the airport.  We made it to the roundabout when it hit her – “OMG, I forgot my passport”.  After a moment of shock, I just made the circle and started heading back to her house.  It was what it was.  It was raining so freaking hard.  I wasn’t convinced we would make it back but we made it 20 minutes before take off.  Let the laughter begin.  To top it off, the lady at the Southwest desk pages Gail… moment of panic!  No worries, they just tore her bag.  Our two flights went smooth from that point, and we made it to the Hilton Bar… we both needed food.  We sat in there, with not a care in the world and laughed so much we were crying all night.

To bed we went 10ish, early flight in the am.  We were up at at ’em at 5:30 and on the shuttle to Twin Air Calypso and to paradise by 6:10 am.  The first place we were dropped off was the “old office”, I knew it didn’t look familiar, so we grabbed the driver and said, “Don’t leave us”, sure enough the office was around the block.  We drug our luggage into the hallway, driver left, only to find the door to the airline locked up tight!  I wasn’t really worried, they are on Bahama time, they would be there soon!  Hummmm, flight was supposed to be at 8 am, it was 7:15, wasn’t looking good at this point.  Some guy walks past us and informs us that Twin Air went out of business months ago…. WHAT?  Oh well!  So I spent the next hour and a half searching for flights, while Gail was relaxing and texting.  There was no panic, no worries, it was just another adventure.

We finally changed locations.  We drug our crap to another part of the building and started looking pitiful (not really we were still all smiles).  We could at least see airplanes and a few pilots scurrying around.  Yes, we told them all our sob story (hard to convince it was a sob story since we were still laughing).  Finally, one bit.  All of a sudden, Gail was handing me some man’s cell phone saying, “Take this, I can’t understand a word he is saying”.  A few minutes later, we had us a pilot driving over from Miami to Fort Lauderdale to pick us up and take us to paradise.  So we waited.  Meanwhile this guy walks in and grabs our luggage and says, “The pilot will be here soon and I am putting you a couple of seats in the plane now” – HAHAHAHA This should be interesting.  Thirty minutes later, “Our Pilot” arrives.  Sketchy?  Maybe!  Mafia type, died black hair, large mustache, Hawaiian shirt (which I have an adversion to), White linen pants and aviator shades.  Ok, I will give him the shades, he is a pilot, or at least says he is.  What do we know?

We make the walk across the tarmack, passing some beautiful private planes.  We are smiling from ear to ear.  We chartered our on plane.  Whoo Hoo!  Then we see her.  We almost wet our pants.  I swear it was held together with duck tape.  We just laughed and said a prayer and jumped on board.  Gail did say that her family would be pissed at me if we crashed.  Well, I was worried about that, I can tell you!  HA HA  (See photos).

We did make it safely, Danielle and Maria were waiting on us at the airport.  I have no idea why they were there at that particular time, because I had not let them know when we would eventually arrive.  We went to the Jib Room for lunch.  Gail tasted her first Conch.  We toasted our arrival and laughed some more.  Next, was our grocery shopping experience, then a nap.  Our first night was perfect, as Susan had a pot luck dinner.  Gail was exposed to the entire Island all at once.  Great food, great friends… it doesn’t get much better.  On the walk home, the moon was full and amazing and she said, “I get it”!

We sat on the deck, listened to some music, laughed some more and went to bed early.

Let The Games Begin!