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I Want to Live Here

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Maybe not ALL the time.
But SOME of the time.

I realise
That I will never live in a lighthouse for a year
or even a month
Spending my days staring out to sea
Scribbling poetry in tattered, stained notebooks
Ignoring reality in my search for something real
Something tangible, eternal
Something I can hold onto and believe in.

Then I wonder – why not?
There are lighthouses
And here I am
(or more correctly, here is me)
How hard could it be to put the two of us together
(Three would not be a crowd if the third was he)

We’d bring a boatload of supplies
food and water and blankets and pencils and pieces of paper
(I’m pretty sure there’d be no internet or regular electricity)
and hats and sublock
and a month-long supply of the various tablets that keep us alive
and pictures of the children and the cats
(who will give us the coldest of shoulders when we return)
(the cats and not the children, though they may expect some duty free)

It’s just not simple.
Even if I want it to be.
Even if we’ve paid our dues and cleared our debts and have no obligations.
You can’t run off to sea
You just can’t.
It’s not allowed.

Of course… I’ve broken a rule or two in my time…

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15/01/2013 at 12:16 am

Before the Storm

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I found Aruba to be a rather odd sort of place. The climate/environment seemed a cross between Florida and Arizona – beaches and cactus, hot dry winds and afternoon thunderstorms.

It’s a Dutch possession and its main commercial area is a candy floss faux Amsterdam, sans the canals. Actually it’s sans anything Dutch, but bustling with Benihanas and Hooters and Walmarts and various American designer and discount shops catering for the largely American holiday-makers. It seems most of the prime real estate has gone to developers building luxury gated resorts and expansive seaside golf courses. Very home-away-from-home, I guess – but to be honest, not my cup of tea.

Still, as a one day port on a cruise ship, we enjoyed ourselves. The locals are very welcoming and we had a brilliant lunch at a place called Iguana Joe’s Caribbean Bar & Grill. My husband still talks about those ribs.

This is the California lighthouse, named for the ship California that sunk in its waters two years prior to it being built in 1910. It’s on the northwest tip of the island – the best place to watch the storm roll in.

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26/03/2011 at 9:02 pm

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