Bridge One
The minute we cross the first bridge, my husband becomes Caribbean Mitch. It’s like a switch has been flipped, and he’s instantly in his element. There’s not even a transition pause – it just happens suddenly – He is here!
It’s Going to Take More for Me.
I am still the same suburban Vickie, no matter how many bridges we cross – it takes me much longer to calm down and get into the flow of Key’s Life, a life that’s more laid-back and less concerned with time and schedules.
One of my first blogs “A Bad Hair Day has a New Definition” was about NOT coloring my hair during the Pandemic. Now that three months have passed, I thought I would give an update. I cried “Uncle”! I gave up! Vanity overcame Virus! I went to the salon.
My Mom passed away on February 6, 2020 before we “knew” about the impending Pandemic. We were able to say Good-bye to Mom in a traditional way, surrounded by friends and family in comparison to how people are mourning during social distancing. This is my first Mother’s Day without a Mom.
As the meme says, as long as everyone does it my way, I’m totally flexible… Mitch brought in a sub the other day and I said, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT SUB? YOU ARE HOLDING IT NEXT TO YOUR PHONE WHICH IS GOING NEXT TO YOUR FACE AND NOW YOU JUST PUT THE DIRTY […]