Today is Tuesday, or as I refer to it, “Post Something on Your Blog, or You’re a Big Loser” Day. Unfortunately, since I’ve arrived on Grand Cayman, I can’t get my laptop to connect to the resort’s wi-fi. (It connected easily the past two years.) My iPhone is connected, as is my Kindle. The Daughter’s Android is connected, and neither she nor her beau nor I can solve the mystery. I am typing on my iPhone. (See how dedicated I am?)
I blame it on Karma. My trip down was an unmitigated pain in the you-know-what, but that’s always to be expected (see “Fly with Me, If You Dare“). I was going to write about it, but Karma won’t let me. My priest, jokingly (I think), says I need to call the bishop for an exorcism. (Which, incidentally, I could use for the last decade of my life.)
These are all “First World Problems,” and I need to shut up about it. I am well aware that, despite my life’s challenges, disappointments, grief, lawsuits, and heartbreak, I lead a charmed life. Just this morning, a friend back home told me the temp was only 8, with a windchill of -5. Yes, yes, friends in Michigan, I know that sounds balmy to you. I have no idea what it is here, where I sit by the pool in my bikini.
Or maybe it’s just the Havana Club rum talking (which is how I get the nerve to sit in public in a bikini…that and the fact that there are no people around).
So far, I’m enjoying myself. I haven’t had to pay for anything except the aforementioned rum (children can be such a blessing), but, to earn my keep in my own vacation retreat, (where I get the master suite), I also made lasagne for dinner, and my Key Lime Pie for dessert, while they are hiking. Blech! You couldn’t get me to hike without a cattle prod (which is why no men want to date me — so take heart— apparently, looking passable in a bikini at my age is not as important to divorced/widowed geezers as hiking and kayaking.
Sudden thought: what does a bikini imply that they may not be up for, if you get my drift? I’ll have to think about that. And NO! I only post tasteful photos of myself.
Karma is not done with me, yet. It seems there will be a significant snowstorm on Friday, when I’m scheduled to fly to Philadelphia via Charlotte, and on to NYC on Saturday.
Let’s spin Karma’s wheel (mixed metaphor?) and see where I spend Friday night…Charlotte? Philly? Or will Karma take pity on me and let me stay in Grand Cayman for one more night?
On the other hand, to cheer you up, it was supposed to rain here today, but the sun is shining, so, who am I to complain? Life is good (mostly). Soli Deo gloria!