A year and a half here has softened me to the idiosyncrasies of this island nice and good, but there is much to be seen my friends, and every now and again it comes at me full force that I am just beginning island life.
So we have this “part-time kitty”, which even as the words fall off my fingertips I realize that is the perfect nickname for a “booty-call relationship”, in this case it means a cat that allows us to feed her when ever she wants and in turn she also allows us to pet her. You remember “Bella” right? Well, Bella’s eyes were not dilating well. Like one had a slit and one was open full throttle. She looked like every wise person in a Sci-fi movie, and at that, I got really nervous. Cats are weird enough creatures without having a poltergeist eye.
I texted my only vet friend to see if maybe it was something I had never noticed about cats, and she confirmed that it was not natural and that she needed to go in. After a very confusing and somewhat snippy conversation with the receptionist about whether or not I had been in there before, a conversation I am still pretty sure was referring to me being a “dog”, we landed on bringing her right in. We borrowed the neighbor’s cat carrier, and off Jason went.
I was geared up to explain a lot of things to Scarlett. Brain tumors, sickness, disease, death, blindness, you know, I had every possible “bad scenario” in my mind. Never could I have landed on this. “Well honey”, Jason sounded as if he had won the lotto “You see, and you’re not going to believe this one” I hunker down “A lizard seems to have spit in her eye”. Silence. Now, I don’t know about you, but if you aren’t picturing some sort of Wild West Lizard in chaps and spurs, then maybe I’ve seen too many Geico commercials. “….. ah, okay, can that be reversed?” I sound like my mom the time she heard the symptoms of Leaky Gut Syndrome. “Oh yeah, she’ll be good to go in 3 or 4 days, no biggie” Jason says laughing.
Now I don’t know about you, but Lizards with aim like that make me nervous.
I have been manifesting a personal assistant, not quietly either, for months, and finally I have found her, she has decided to help me grow my websites, and generally help me with anything I need, so I am looking at this as a huge growing opportunity for me, and I know Scarlett will love her too! I’m really excited to have the help, I really want to help people know that they have the power to live anywhere they love, and I am going to do that, and this is the way I am going to do it.
Scarlett was sicker than a dog this week, and I will tell you, there are few things worse than watching a little person puke. It is horrible. She’s on the mend and asked me tonight “Momma, could you ask Siri just how happy a clam can be”, I love this person, something I have been questioning for years, I think clams suffer in silence.
Somewhere around eight months ago my friend approached me with the idea of starting our own “preschool co-op”, I’ll admit now that I had zero idea of what a “co-op” was, but at this point I knew I needed to do something with this human, and frankly, I was about to lose it, no really, I was fading fast. So we met with another mom, then another, and another joined, and at the end we had 7 women and seven 3-4 year olds. Every Friday we meet around 10 am, we take turns teaching “lessons”, which are usually a craft or activity that teaches something. We have a full range of activities, and if anyone ever wanted to, it could just be a beach day, and I have a feeling we are all saving that wild card for when we are completely out of energy or are completely overwhelmed with life, which could happen at any moment of any day. The reason I am telling you about this, is that these “moms”, or better yet “women” that I was lucky enough to fall into, well, they are real. To me, that is about the best compliment you could get. They are so honest, and true, and if they judge, well, I sure can’t tell. We don’t compare ourselves to one another, one “comparer” can spoil the whole basket. Not these ladies, they are there, barely sometimes, but they are there. Sometimes you show up and you have nothing to give, and that is when these “Mommas” give you support and love, and sometimes you show up and you have so much to give, and it is accepted with love. I think that this world needs more women that love each other well, love each other’s children well, and just support each other for no other reason but they care. They are Mothers, Women, and Friends, in the highest form.
We’ve started a “supper club” officially. Three Families, Six Adults, Five children, fabulous food, fantastic cocktails, tons of laughter, adult conversation, and a night of relaxing. The first night was here, and “somehow” we drank 12 bottles of wine, I don’t say this out of pride, but these are my people. I love them.
This is just what I wanted years ago. Great location, great people, great food, and great laughs, well, all except the puking and lizards with sniper spitting capabilities.
