Those Boots weren't Made for Walking...in Water!

Hard to believe it's almost December 1st.  Today is 82 degrees, partly cloudy.   We have just returned from mowing son Matthew's lawn, yes, we are still mowing lawns.  Although, the growing season for grass has slowed down considerably, Mr. Bill wanted to get it done today.  Treatment starts Thursday and although the doctor says side effects should be minima,l he doesn't want to chance it.  If anything fatigue and some pain while relieving himself are the two biggies he is worried about.  Let me just interject something...if it is fatigue he is worried about, he's getting a head start on the nap thing.  As I put the last empty box of Christmas decorations back in the garage, I came in through the porch, only to find the Egg-Nazi snoring away on the couch.  I know I keep him  moving when I am off from work, but...oh well let's just leave it at but.  Starting the 12th of December I have nine days off.  OMG...this hasn't happened since we left Connecticut.  Obviously we will be staying put, his treatments are weekly and first things first.  That boy is really going to be happy when  those nine days are over, I keep his ass moving. No time to wallow or think on my watch!

Today we noticed more and more decorations popping up on the front lawns of the community.  Popular items still seem to be those wire reindeer, trees and Santa Claus.  One little wind storm and they'll be in the neighbors yard.  According to Mr. Bill, the outside Christmas display expert, "ya gotta anchor them bad boys"!  True, but I do remember freezing to death one year as we anchored those "G-damn bad boys" outside, across the street from Fred's News.  Mr. Bill had the bright idea, "let's light up the neighborhood."  I do believe it was our final holiday season at Fred's.  Talk about going out in style.  Not only did I have to help, the inside of Fred's was all mine, thanks to Mark living in Florida!  Admittedly, the cold does set the mood for the season.  Mr. Bill might not agree.  He still has vivid memories a providing power to his massive, "let's light up the neighborhood", scheme.  Clearly I remember that day.  After put up a half dozen or so real Christmas trees, completely decked out with lights, wire reindeer strategically placed in the midst of this luminous pine forest, Mr. Bill says..."Let's hook up the power!"  Sure big guy, where the hell is the plug?  " "Oh, I forgot to tell you", he quips," we are going to run the power line from Fred's News, under the bridge and over to here."  First of all, I know I just heard the WE, that boy must of had a mouse in his pocket, because if he thinks I am sloshing around in the frigid waters of Beaver Brook, he is surely tapped.  After an uncomfortable silence that seemed an eternity, Mr. Bill takes a deep breathe, "What do you think of that idea sweetheart?"  With that look of daggers shooting from my eyes, but still not wanting to explode in a public place, I manage a meager smile, "Well my dear, if you like, I will wait up on the grass and you can throw the cord to me, because I am sure you wouldn't want me to attempt a river crossing in thirty degrees."

For the record, the job was completed, we talked little for the next two days.  I even gave him credit where credit was due.  Had he waited for hip boots from Todd, he would of never even got wet feet but no, as usual he was impatient.  He only comment:  "John Wayne never said his cowboy boots leaked when he crossed the Rio Grande!"  OMG

The Flea Market Fanatic!

Yes, it is true, "Everybody has a story!"  If I am not working and it is the weekend, I will make a five minute road trip to the local Farmer's Market, where fresh fruits and veggies of all kinds are almost disgustingly excessive and inexpensive.  Good for me, not so good for the starving masses in under developed areas.  Even close to home all one has to do is head for the city areas to find homeless people begging for a few bucks.  

After purchasing my stash for a few days, I decide to look around the other areas of the grounds, totally devoted to "flea market vendors".  Although some vendors are selling slight used items, they all feel are "Antique Roadshow" quality, most of these are junk.  Understandably, everybody is trying to make a buck. Much like my husband Mr. Bill, an "OLD YANKEE" from New England, they have never thrown anything away!  Still I move on...!  Maybe  a hundred or so feet down the way is a woman, with her blonde hair, teased into the old bouffant Dolly Parton style.  Quite the character, I stop and listen to her hawking her wares.  Believe it or not, much like my friend Doris she is selling AVON products.  She is also getting big bucks for her last bottle of Skin so Soft.  Intently listening, she cleverly tells the buyer it's numerous uses...the hook line and sinker being, it keeps mosquitoes at bay. Damn! her and Doris would of been a great team. As I look around her area, eavesdropping on her conversations, I pick up on the faint sounds of country music playing .   Christmas Carols a la Country, OMG,  this has got to be Doris' alter ego!  Too afraid to ask, I walk away wondering......does she yodel!

Thanks to Doris, a flea market fanatic, I do have a lovely collection of Brownstone pottery dishes, mugs, sugar bowls, creamers, butter dishes by McCoy and Hull, some still being a collectors' find.  During good weather in New England, Doris and Mrs. Morgan frequented the many Rhode Island, flea markets in search of anything they thought a bargain.  Knowing certain items I liked,  they were totally devoted to finding them for me...They did their best, they are the best!  On my fortieth birthday, Mrs. Morgan purchased forty pairs of earrings, many of which I still have...God love that woman!  Doris would purchase items, pack them away, then during the late summer months, she'd haul it all out, set up her yard and let the annual yard sale begin.  Doris truly enjoyed it.  For weeks she'd plan and talk about it.  Many Fred's News patrons were repeat buyers and yes, Doris did sell her AVON products as well, much like my Florida vendor!  Doris' music came from within.  Just ask her to break into song, she would oblige and yes, how that woman could yodel!  Maybe next week I'll ask the little lady five minutes up the road, "Hey ma'am can you yodel too?"

The Brightest Star!

Although annoyingly strange, "Johann, the Nephew....Great", oddly enough, at times, could be a warm-hearted individual, that actually and interestingly enough, you enjoyed engaging in conversation with.  Yes, his miser like personality did show signs of cracking during the holiday season.  Did he spend money on gifts? An adamant no on that one...Scrooge prevailed!  Did he enjoy the holiday decorations? Oh, absolutely!  His theory, build it bigger,build it better and build it ridiculously outrageous, "they will come!"   At least they will talk about it.

His yard made Sanford and Son's junkyard look like a playground, Mad Max would be more at home there!  Johann wanted a Christmas Star...not your ordinary star, but like him, different.  He set about scouring the front yard for parts, any parts that would or could be used to hoist THIS star high above any other part of the landscape...why buy anything and start anew, when half the battle was finding all the crap you needed in the first place, right there in your front yard.  If it wasn't there, in Johann's world, it didn't exist.  Well maybe "the Brothers" garage would also relinquish a treasure or two.  Understand this strange and bizarre behavior of never throwing anything away, bartering for everything and hoarding, as if every "cold season" was a "survival of the fittest", was an inherited trait.  He may not have been the "fruit of their loin", but there was no doubt....BLOOD RELATIVES!

Ah yes, the star, itself, ordinary.  Large, five points, all lights,  mounted on a wire frame, nothing too unusual about that.   The height, slightly mind boggling, to think he could build anything that tall, especially out of spare parts.  Every length of pipe, all  different, each welded by Johann himself....We know this because his disgustingly dirty, tattered blue denim and flannel lined shirt (L.L. Bean & Co.), bore the burn holes from errant sparks,the results of welding all this shit together.  Just for the record, L.L. Bean has a policy,  if something doesn't last, return it to the store, replacement guaranteed.  THAT shirt would of been a challenge! Knowing his miser qualities, I truly thought I should tell him of L.L. Bean's policy...that little voice told me....DO NOT GO THERE!

The only issue I had with the piece of holiday decor,  Johann, after hoisting this ......mammoth into the air, on the end of this enormous half-ass built crane, needed help in stabilizing it, as it swung in the breeze.  Someone would have to climb to the top, someone not afraid of death defying heights nor Johann's welding ability.  God knows he had a volunteer, one of our children.  At least they had the sense NOT to tell me, until the job had been completed!

Let the Decorating Begin!

Black Friday has come and gone, no I did not participate.  A shopper, I am not!  Usually my shopping is limited to only when I absolutely need something.  Yes, I will shop at Christmas for my family, only after my thought process is complete.  I do not buy gifts just for the sake of buying a gift...it is with thought and much contemplation on my part.  Once I have it straight in my mind, I will venture out....seeking the Holy Grail, so to speak!  Buying online is designated "last resort".  I like to see what I am purchasing.  Yet I find such comfort and delight in the holiday season.  Decorating, although not as extensive as the Fred's News years, is all part of the holiday fun.  Seeing ornaments with special meaning only adds to that joy.  I have Christmas ornaments from Matthew and Mark's first Christmas, ornaments my parents bought each year after I left home, Fred the Dog's own ornaments, slightly dilapidated ornaments all the boys made in school, ornaments given to us by patrons of Fred's News, all overflowing with memories much like a cherished diary.

The only "Black Friday" I ever enjoyed were the Fridays after Thanksgiving at Fred's News.  Much like a traditional Black Friday, Fred's News would be packed wall to wall with Guests.  Many returning to the area to visit family, stopping by to say hello, grab a meal or a chance meeting with old friends. ...always enjoying their stories as well as their return.  Yes, the Egg-Nazi jokes, "it is the beginning of the eating season", but it truly is a joyful season as well.

Yesterday, I volunteered to help decorate our community for Christmas, a last minute schedule change at work meant a last minute schedule change for Mr. Bill.  He helped decorate the community, something he has done three years in a row.  I volunteer, he does the work....I don't have a problem with that, besides he is one of the "younger able bodied males", the older women just love him!!!  Usually, we will put out loads of lights, although maybe not this year.  Mr. Bill, not sure how he is going to feel after treatment begins, I am not into taking them down and packing them away.  Much like a chef, I love the preparation and presentation,  just not the cleanup.  I will decorate the interior, that's where it ends, even then bitching..."What the hell was I thinking."  

Told you So!

Sorry, no blog for a couple of days.  A few issues with our Internet service!!  God love technology.  I called the cable company which provides service for our TV, phone and Internet.  I explained every time we have a major update, there is an issue with the service. Usually the way to resolve said issue is for them to restart everything from their end.  Having had this issue about once a quarter, I simply mentioned what their usual procedure has been.  I understand, they are the techies, but my time is at a premium and I didn't want them to go through the entire process of ruling out something I had done before they would even begin to reach the root of the problem.  Techie suggested we try just a couple of things.  This was a female Techie and I truly do understand the stubborn thing as well as the "do it my way thing".  Mr. Bill constantly reminds me I am the most stubborn person he has ever met.  Jesus, Mary and Joseph, let's look at that frigging comment!  First, I raise an all male family, even Fred the Dog was MALE!  We worked side by side twenty four seven, understandably I am stubborn.  I might also remind him. I can talk louder and a helluva lot longer than he even dare dream. Last, just give in, save your voice, you know all the arguing isn't going to change a G-damn thing,,,,my way will prevail.  So, I do understand the Techie's statement, "let's just try a couple of things.  What I don't get is.."a couple of things" in my book it means, TWO!!!  At least twenty minutes, approximately five or six tests and Techie offers the following advice: " Please turn off your computer, unplug your wireless router, wait five minutes, plug the router back in and please start your computer.  Here is your call  number in case it does  not work, oh yes have a good night."  Jesus Techie, give me chance to get a pencil and she hangs up.

Mr. Bill in his infinite wisdom, felt that phone call proved I had met my match.  She never took a breathe, rattled off lots of numbers, was polite and to the point ( yes, I have a problem with getting to the point).  She also proved she doesn't like the term:  "I believe that is exactly what I suggest you do, restart the equipment from your end." You get the picture, it's an "I TOLD YOU SO" moment.  Although I never had the opportunity, to actually say that, I did suggest we do that from the beginning but no, she had to have HER way.  God, she is truly a SISTER!    

The Eating Season

Two more days 'till Turkey Day!  Ward and Mr. Bill call it the "eating season", where in their words tradition runs high and "if you ain't careful, WIDE!"  Here here!. Time was the two of them would weigh in Thanksgiving morning, even if it mean Ward, running up the back stairs of Fred's News, retrieving the bathroom scale, allowing for the official weigh in, with witnesses.  Scary, they thought it absolutely hilarious, I saw it as extremely dangerous.  Problem is they both love to eat, Mr. Bill gaining weight considerably faster than Ward. I think DeLaval, might have weighed in a few times, another outrageous appetite!   I believe he just butchered the fresh turkeys this past weekend for his families Thanksgiving feast.  Usually the day after Thanksgiving, the brood, plus many friends would meet at his home, consuming, heaps of leftovers, and "um um good" homemade turkey soup.  Mom Thelma will be watching from above this year, surely great memories will be shared.

As appetites go....they loved to eat.  All very active, not realizing as they mature, they no longer should throw caution to the wind.  Before our purchase of Fred's News, Mr. Bill weighed in at one hundred seventy-five pounds, up about seven pounds from his thirty something weight of one hundred sixty eight pounds.  His exact words..."the day we purchased Fred's News, strictly downhill from there."  He was locked into a lifelong uphill battle against weight gain.  I know he has topped out at two fifty five, now a bit lighter at two thirty, he no longer weighs himself.  I have caught him at the PUBLIX supermarket stepping on the scale in the front of the store, not sharing the groaning scales' results with anyone.

Yes, I have Thanksgiving off...How the hell that happened, I will never know.  Our first stop, Crystal River, Florida, the home of the Egg-Nazi's older brother.  Providing everyone is feeling okay, a stop to visit youngest son Mark and our extended Florida family at friends Mari and Dave.  Whatever we miss, we hit on Christmas.  To bad Thanksgiving wasn't forty-eight hours instead of twenty-four!  Can you just imagine what the "Beastie Boys" would gain then......OMG!  Our Thanksgiving feast with sons Matthew and Mark will be next week.  Mr. Bill already talking the leftovers! The second weigh in usually occurred on Thanksgiving night....the final being New Years Day.  You would think it would discourage them for the year......look at another old saying..."You can't teach an old dog new tricks!" 

Live, Love, Laugh!

Back to work again today after a four day break.  It's great having to use up personal holidays, something twenty three years of self-employment did not provide.  As I arrived this morning, greeted by my Cast Members' screams of delight, "Diane is back, we missed you, where have you been?" All this and more without taking a breathe!  Got to love them, they know too well the reasons for my days off, helping the Egg-Nazi settle into the acceptance of a very scary disease.  Mr. Bill for the most part has been great, understandably, moments of uncertainty creep in.  I have encouraged him to talk about his fears and the unanswered questions that invade his peacefulness, something we will face together, much like our years of working, side by side twenty-four seven.

At Fred's News, personal holidays were just that, a time to take a much needed break, equivalent to a mental health day.  Self-employment does allow for spur of the moment decisions, personal holidays require at least a weeks notice.  It is however, amazing how both my current position and self-employment parallel each other.  As I returned, I listened intently as each explained how another member of management didn't do things the same as I did.  Remembering conversations of former Fred's News customers, "they don't do it the same as you and Bill!"  Of course not, they aren't Bill and I.  Had we followed that complaint, we would of NEVER taken a day off.  We used to think of it in terms of "they will appreciated us more when we return!"  Mostly that was true, many times upon our return one of our children would adamantly vow, "I will NEVER do that again!"  I learned over the years, the true meaning of the statement. "Thank God you are back, I don't know how you do this everyday!"  A few weeks later, after their short term memory retreated into the depths of their sub-consciousness, they'd ask..."You guys, planning on taking anytime soon?"  This also meant a few different things:  someone was broke and needed money; one hell of  a party was being planned or both.  As previously mentioned, the party thing, for years, flew under the radar.  I am sure that the most intimate details of after hours goings on at Fred's News have long since been buried to protect the innocent.  There are a few photos that remain as testament to the "fun".  I am still in awe of the number of people that fit into our shower stall..OMG. Youngest son Mark's statement" "Good thing Fred the Dog couldn't speak!" is probably the only thing we are sure of, but then I am absolutely, without a doubt positive...personal holidays, soothe, rejuvenate and invigorate!!!!

We Won't Go There...Again!

Sometimes there are people, places or things your prefer stay locked away in the catacombs of your memory.  It doesn't necessarily mean, it's bad, just a forgettable moment.  I honestly don't know why I thought of it but it's there, still floating around, so let's talk about it.  Early on in our ownership of Fred's, we had a customer that visited everyday.  She was  kind of, sort of ... kooky and came with the place, as did her mood swings, which would change faster than the New England weather.  Often the question arose: Was she a multiple personality?  No, at least you'd think one of the personalities would of been sweeter, if she were.  People shuddered as she parked in front of the restaurant, but always cordially greeted her.  Yes, there were days she was descent, always asking questions, trying to fit in.  Everyday, everyone hoped this would be the new woman.  Jumping ahead ten years later, our paths crossed, she seemed relatively speaking, a bit happier.  Married and more settled in her life, although still sporting the sullen look, albeit a happier sullen look.

Back to the earlier years.  If everything was going good, people prodded, just to see if they could get a rise out of her.  She never disappointed them.  As soon as they'd leave, she would cry.  We truly felt sorry for her.  Much like a small child, constantly being picked on by older siblings, she always whined.  Reminding her to ignore the taunting, could often bring the fury to the forefront..depending on the day.  Yet we let her stay.  Such a sad soul but there was something about the heart.  Not being able to pinpoint why we liked her yet despised her multiple personalities, was always a source of wonderment to me.

A few times she tried to bare her soul, usually ending with a crying jag, bitching under her breathe as she exited Fred's News.  Everyone felt her wrath, yet everyone spoke to her.  Some days conversations were good, hard to believe it was the same person.  With her the old saying "What goes up must come down" describes her perfectly.  By all accounts she was as close to a manic depressive, without being diagnosed as such, but that girl had a heart, she did touch ours.

One Summer day, all excited, she bounds into Fred's News.  She had received an invite to attend some timeshare seminar in Newport, Rhode Island. Although gifts were promised just for attending, we tried to explain this to her, but there was no changing her mind.  The only issue plaguing her...no one would go with her.  As she was beginning to come down off her cloud, youngest son Mark appears.  "Please, please let Markie come with me!" she begged.  Looking at Mark, I  knew he felt the same way as we did...she had a heart.

Mark returned looking much older and wiser after his "day adventure".  His story quite comical,  to our knowledge she did not purchase a timeshare, yes, she received EVERY gift that was promised.  We are now sure that she could make a living renting herself out to people, just to go to these things and bring home the gifts.  No one in their right mind would every invite her again!  Mark was also her friend for life, although looking back I believe he is the only one that never felt her wrath.  She did have a heart!

Just Around the Corner!

This coming week begins the marathon of holidays, first Thanksgiving, then Christmas Eve, by some accounts it's own separate holiday, followed by Christmas Day, New Year's Eve, again a holiday celebration of it's own, New Year's Day, a recovery holiday and finally January 6th, in the Christian world, the Feast of the Epiphany or Little Christmas.  Better known as the Twelfth Day of Christmas, it is also the day all ornaments are exiled to a world of darkness, their plastic storage bins returned to dusty attics, dank, damp basements and over-crowded garages. Many carefully wrapped, ribbons, bows, fluffed and stuffed with tissue paper, family heirlooms cradled in bubble wrap, all delicately placed in their proper niche to avoid breaking.  Then there are the lights, what to do with those G-damn lights.  No matter how hard you try, you wind, you wrap, you use twist ties, but the next year, still a tangled mess. Same goes for those strands of beads, much like necklaces thrown into the jewelry box, they NEVER come out the way they were put in. The other evening we watched Toy Story 3, the moment human eyes disappear, the toys come to life, for lack of a better explanation, I believe the same is true for the holiday ornaments!  God knows they have almost eleven months to make a shit-mess of themselves!

A Fred's News Holiday celebration was ever so special.  Our first years at Fred's the decorations were silver, blue, purple and everything frosty.  Wreaths and garlands, snow frosted windows, truly a winter wonderland.  Then as January 6th approached the cleanup began......NEVER and I do mean NEVER will I ever use spray snow again.  Advertised as "easy to remove", that was pure Bull#*@, as was the claim,"cleans your windows as it it removed"!  Whoever rated the product must of been on Crack Cocaine!  As years passed the holiday decorations sort of evolved.  Always put up at the close of business on Thanksgiving, the place was a holiday wonderland on BLACK FRIDAY.  As soon as our youngest son, Mark was old enough and able to reach every nook and cranny of the place, he was "Chief Elf Decorator" in charge.  What a wonderful job he did.  For a few years, he had" Elves in Training", Jamie and Jordan Jones as his assistants.  As everyone matured, the Joneses moving back to Louisiana, Mark continued to be the Holiday decorator at Fred's News, always producing stunning results.  As he left for college, I worried about many things, holiday decorations were not one of my worries, but as the time approached and Mark returned home for Thanksgiving, Black Friday was always a Fred's News Winter Wonderland!

The Perfect Medicine!

The timing couldn't of been better! Dinner at Disney's Yachtsman Steakhouse with wonderful friends from Connecticut.  Yesterday, we received a phone call, the Hill family was at Disney!  Great, we hadn't seen the kids and Dad since we'd left Connecticut, Mom, Lynne had visited twice.  No longer "kids" Josh and Jamie are now young adults, he as handsome and she as beautiful as ever.  Josh, now taller than his Dad and Mr. Bill, still very much the outgoing young man.  Josh, always a "foodie" admits, whatever career path he chooses, it better pay well to support his eating habits!  Love that young man!  Jamie,  a high school freshman, has become an elegant and beautiful young lady with the same wonderful smile as her Mom.  She still retains that sense of shyness and charm of her adolescent years, a trait that I am sure many will find quite alluring as she matures into her adult years.  Basketball is Jamie's game, where shyness and quiet charm are out!  As I reached to hug them all, I realized, everyone has to look down to talk to me...OMG I am short!

As we spoke, laughed and totally enjoyed our dinner, I realized this was the perfect "medicine" for Mr. Bill.  Talking about Fred's News, local Connecticut news, the kids, their plans and basically catching up on the evening, the hours passed quickly.  Laughter is the best medicine.  Soon we all headed outside, shocked at the temperature drop.  Here in Florida, as the sun dips below the horizon, the late Fall chill sets in.  Although it was still fifty five degrees, even the hearty Connecticut people started to shiver.  As we walked rapidly around the resort, the Hill family heading to the Swan resort, Mr. Bill and I heading back to the parking area of the Boardwalk, we then realized how quickly time had passed. Not only had our brief encounter with friends passed swiftly, but the past three years since we'd had seen them all had done the same. 

So much has changed, Fred's News a fantastic memory lives on in the hearts and minds of so many.  The friends we have made are for a lifetime, that will never change.  We will continue to add to the memories with these brief encounters, always reminiscing about the past while, at the same time, anticipating the future.  Lynne and I enjoyed watching the kids walk ahead of us with Mr.Bill, totally absorbed in the moment.  Although everyone now lives at a distance, it makes these moments even more special.  The timing of this visit....perfect!

The foursome-fearless fighters!

It has been a stressful two weeks in our lives, nothing we can't handle.  Yesterday, Mr. Bill was diagnosed with early stage carcinoma in situ of the bladder.  Although we had known it was a possibility, the word CANCER cuts through your being down to the very core of your existence. Mr. Bill called my office phone, something he never does.  At the time I was just thinking, "We should be hearing from the Doctor, soon!"  Surprisingly, he handled it wonderfully.  His Doctor's words "We are fighting to save your bladder now, not your life."  That says it all, considering what the options are if he were to do nothing. "Not a pretty picture, I am  more than willing to begin chemo", he adamantly states, he starts December 2nd.  This will give his stressed bladder a tad bit more time to heal.

Best friend Ward also fighting cancer, is concerned about his "Uncle Billy."  In conversation today, Mr. Bill mentioned how ironic it is that he and Ward received a cancer diagnosis only a few weeks apart.  Ward will come visit in January, the company each will keep is a therapeutic necessity!  

Years ago Mr. Bill, Ward, Sim and myself all headed for a relaxing week of golf in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.  It was wonderful, although a little more female companionship would of been appreciated.  We still laugh about that trip, always remembering new and exciting details, much like a bit of gossip, they get better with age.  Mr. Bill commented "on average 1 in 3 people will be diagnosed with cancer."   Oddly, this foursome of friends has three of the four members, having been diagnosed with the disease.  Strange, how things happen, all are strong personalities, made even stronger because of the circumstances.

Sports Memories

Tonight Mr. Bill is watching UCONN Girls Basketball.  Something he doesn't get to see often.  For that matter, any sports from the Northeast are tough to find down here. On Sunday, rarely does he get to see his beloved New York Giants, only if it the game of the week or they are playing a Florida team. 

Sunday afternoons and Monday evenings at Fred's News, people gathered to watch, Football.  Other seasons, other sports, were also televised at Fred's, but Football was the draw.  I believe people lived for the hit.  These games more than any other, brought out the heckler qualities of the patrons.  Everyone fought to sit on the stool right after the big column.  They would use the wide wooden column as a back rest, at the same time being segregated from the rest of the patrons. Others would sit at the long table in front of the Coke cooler.  God forbid anyone interrupted their train of thought or line of sight to the TV.  Many times Patrons stayed in the restaurant, long past closing, just to finish out a game.  Although Football was the sport of choice, allowing screaming at the TV, Red Sox baseball bordered on furious frenzies, usually directed at the Manager, not the players.   Everyone had their opinion concerning managements ability to run the team, the Fred's News group felt they were more qualified.  At times, they could be downright vicious, I thanked God they were not in a more openly visible place than Fred's. 

If you were not a sports fan but chose to dine at Fred's during one of these events, you either enjoyed the frenzy and the show or you never returned in the evening, there was no happy medium.  A few times I called attention to their behavior, that was a loosing battle, I might as well of talked to a rock.  Of course they'd laugh after it was over, me I'd take some Tylenol for the headache. 

A much more subdued crowd would watch Women's Basketball, occasionally a crude remark but for the most part all viewers behaved.  One year Marcy, a local teen and graduate of Norwich Free Academy, moved on to play basketball at UCONN, her friends enjoyed knowing they'd see her on TV, then maybe catch a glimpse of her Saturday or Sunday morning at Fred's.  Son Mark, a UCONN grad, also provided T-shirts for a few patrons during his years as a student there. 

Our evening regulars, did included a few of the early morning people, but generally speaking, they were those that visited either for dinner or after dinner, enjoying a fresh hot cup of Fred's coffee, unwinding after a long days work.  Much like a local pub,  Fred's evening regulars shared their lives and families with us and each other, making our evenings pass quickly and so enjoyable.  

Medical Advice from Fred's

Today Mr. Bill returned to the Urologist.  The good news...the catheter is out.  Still no pathology report but the Egg-Nazi and I are optimistic.  Medicine for the rest of his life, hoping it works soon, the Doctor worries of renal failure.  For now, Mr. Bill is happy he can just use it for his bodily functions!!! 

All of this has led to discussions of friends medical dramas during the Fred's News years.  We have also heard from many well wishers, a big thanks for that.  Really, now that we think about and discuss these memories, nothing was sacred and I do mean nothing.   Without mentioning names, one of our most beloved morning regulars, who recently passed away, required circumcision surgery at the age of sixty.  Yes, he was scared, somewhat embarrassed, but needed to discuss his problem  Who better to ask, his early morning buddies at Fred's.  He knew what the consequences of baring all were, but he needed support.  For the most part, they were sympathetic, but as soon as they knew he was okay....no holes barred, they were brutal.  He survived, his manhood discussed openly.  He probably would of shown it to anyone who asked, thankfully no one did!!

"Johann the Nephew...Great" was another medical phenomenon.  Constantly working on "projects" that put his body in harms way, it is a miracle the man still lives.  Can't remember exactly what it was that created a gash on his index finger just above the knuckle,  it should have been closed by numerous stitches. First disinfecting not only the finger but the person owning the finger.  He came to me at Fred's seeking advice and medical help.  I soon realized he was not going to the hospital, so either I fix it or he probably would loose it to infection. Peroxide, scissors, sterilized needle, thread, gauze and an "O" ring, fifteen minutes later good as new.  Mr. Macho nephew was not above screaming as I disinfected the hand.  He wiggle, trying to release my grasp,  but I held firm, his arm tucked under mine, hand over the sink, peroxide oozing all over the bleeding gash.  As I washed all the grease and grime from the wound, I do think he threatened me.  I reminded him, "HE CAME TO ME".  I politely told him to shut up (Shut the F-up), patrons of the restaurant would hear his cries.  We were using the back bathroom as our triage room.  He sooned learned it was all about choices, he had made his.  Five years later, the wound now only a tiny scar, completely healed...my God what a whimp!!!

My favorite medical discussion...Lyme Disease. Quite prevalent in our area, many patrons having it more than once.  Big Nick, also known as Nicolas the Czar, very thick headed about seeking medical attention.  He knew our feelings about that, it was something you didn't fool with...seek a Doctors' advice.  After Johann's experience, Nick didn't ask for medical help, he chose a professional...Oh well!!!  I think, I have seen my fair share of tick bites, that were diagnosed as Lyme disease.  For some reason, patrons felt they needed to share ALL the info with us.  I walked through the back door one afternoon, standing there in only his underwear, Jim was showing all the old guys the tick bite on the thigh.  After the initial shock of someone in their underwear, I too was invited to take a look....OMG nasty!! Put your pants back on!

Violence in the Little Town

Someone recently made a comment to me:  "Seems everybody that lives in the South, wants to fight or shoot something!"  Not exactly sure if they were referring to me, the Egg Nazi or just people in general.  Considering they live in the "South" six months of the year, I'm not at all understanding their thought process  or if any thought was put into that ridiculously stupid statement in the first place.  Yes, it was a resident of my community, they reside the other six months in a suburb of Detroit.  Guess they don't read the newspapers when they are in the "North" or listen to the television.  I am quite sure Detroit TV stations report on all forms of crimes, much like TV stations all over the place, people love violence.   The source of this person's discontent....Someone shot out the windows at a local convenience store.  No injuries, just a broken window.  It did however, bring back a long forgotten incident at Fred's News. 

It had been a turbulent week at Fred's News.  We had suffered a fire, completely burning our garage, Mr. Bill's pickup truck and our beloved Corvette.  The garage also housed extra equipment for Fred's News, an  antique, ornately carved bar mirror, about twenty feet in length that was once was part of the original Fred's News decor, having been removed by "the brothers", during an upgrade to the place.  Lots of irreplaceable items, now nothing but ash.  Thankfully no one hurt, our home and business intact, it did change the face of the neighborhood.  By most accounts, it was neighborhood redevelopment at its' best.  Unfortunately, we did not see it that way.  Just a few days later, I began my morning ritual of baking muffins, bagels, starting the daily specials, but as I opened the rear door of Fred's News, something was terribly wrong, the front door shattered, glass everywhere.  Not knowing what was wrong, I approached with extreme caution, "what if someone had broken into the restaurant?" "What if they were still in side?"  About face..out the door...back upstairs..."Bill, the front door is smashed, I don't know how, don't know if anybody is still there, what a mess, I'm calling the State Police!"  I screamed, all in one long breathe, only to have Mr. Bill stick his head out of the bathroom, calmly asking, "Did you say something to me?"  I wish I had taken a picture of his expression as I repeated that long winded sentence.....he's trying to get dressed, I'm dialing 911, pissed off, loudly saying, "what the Christ is going to happen next."  Of course as the dispatcher answers the call, I calmly relayed the incident and was told..."Do not enter the premises until the Trooper arrives."  Really!  Like I hadn't thought of that one!  Actually the Trooper arrived within minutes, it was obvious, no one had entered the place.  The only foreign object in the place was the shattered pieces of the bullet that had penetrated the glass, hit the back wall coming to rest alongside the old Coca-Cola cooler. Nothing taken, nothing else damaged, frazzled nerves turning to a very pissed off angry feeling..Who and why was this done to us?  That question haunted us for months.  No one saw or heard a thing, the Trooper saying "it was a random thing."  It did prove that people love violence...the story repeated countless times, people we hadn't seen for quite some time, stopping in to check out the story.  I don't think anyone ever said "seems like everyone in the North (Baltic) wants to fight or shoot something.!"

Labors of Love

There is only slightly less than two weeks until Thanksgiving, sights and sounds of the season abound.  Our community hosted it's annual arts and crafts fair.  Much like that at the Sprague Senior Center, this show profits the exhibitors.  Mr. Bill sold some beautiful potted flowers including some pressed flowers that were absolutely one of a kind.  People from all over our community continually drive by our home admiring Mr. Bill's yard.  It is, much as the flowers of Fred's New were, a labor of love.  For a different look this year, I took some of the photos of the Flowers of Fred's News, prominently displaying them  for many shoppers to enjoy.  What a great conversation piece, there beauty breathtaking.  Although our immediate neighbors enjoy stories of the little restaurant, it's reputation, place in Sprague's history and former owners, are much more well known to the citizens of eastern Connecticut,  Yes, people from all over the world visited Fred's, taking memories and full stomachs with them, but the treasured stories complete with characters, flowers, and even recipes took top billing today. 

One of the tables at the fair....Christmas Cookie samples.  All one had to do was place an order, you can pick them up two weeks prior to the holiday.  That sounded so familiar.  Now Mr. Bill and I make our own Christmas cookies, still shipping them north to old friends.  That process will begin soon.  Mr. Bill thinks we should introduce the community to our pork pies, possibly next season!  But it is the Christmas cookies that were most fun during our years at Fred's.  They too were strictly a labor of love.  Many asked if we would sell them, mostly they were presents for our patrons, our way  of saying welcome to our home, our life, thanks for being part of the Fred's News Family.  Son Mark, has perfected the art of baking Christmas Cookies.  There isn't one that he hasn't tried, there is no such thing as too involved.  His craft has been honed, for over ten years, he and friends gather laboring to produce the tasty morsels.  Mark has written down every recipe, neatly stored in his "cookie file."  All one has to do is ask, the recipe presented as part of the gift.  Great idea..that's our boy!!!   I will admit, he has far more patience than I, producing those mouth watering  bits of sweetness..."tis the season...no calories please!  Being quite the traditionalist,  Mr. Bill's favorite...the chocolate chip, no matter what the season.  He feels he has consumed enough of those sweet bites, he is now a connoisseur.  Mark's, by a vote from his palate, are top notch..the best.  Actually anything that vaguely looks, smells or tastes of chocolate, fall into that "yummy tummy favorite" category.  Brother, Chef Matthew admits, Mark's cookies...mmmmm good. Cookie making at our home began as soon as the boys were old enough to understand.  I can remember Matthew pulling his high chair into the kitchen, climbing aboard, helping to add all the ingredients, asking numerous questions and frequently tasting cookie dough,yes, all those memories tucked into "that special place."  The Christmas Cookie tradition will live on! 

Time to be Thankful

Sorry I haven't written, my days have been consumed by work and making sure the Egg-Nazi is again healthy.  A minor setback and discomfort, but considering what could have been, we are thankful for the diagnosis as well as the healing period.  Mr. Bill, alias Wimpy Bill, underwent a procedure today.  The Urologist needed to rule out cancer of the bladder, we will know more in five days, but she is fairly sure the results will be good.  He may be uncomfortable for a few days, he is handling it surprisingly well, not his usual Wimpy Bill outlook.  Perhaps the thought of knowing what it could have been, a devastating disease that has affected not only his own family but his Florida family and a very close friend, both of whom are fighting it with outstanding positive attitudes. Mr. Bill is openly discussing his illness, something so many men choose to hide. I applaud him for that. Perhaps it is the years in the fishbowl, he acknowledges his weakness and thanks both his parents for what he has inherited.  Grampy Hastings had a similar problem, which no one ever dared discuss. Son Todd groaned as I explained the results, something he needs to be very aware of.

On a much lighter note,we have been blessed.  Years at Fred's News sort of toughened us both.  There was no time to be sick and when we were, we are thankful it was NEVER at the same time!  The Egg-Nazi, perhaps more than I, was much more vulnerable to the flu,  God only knows how many times he had pneumonia.  He now receives shots for both.   If you ask him, he will say he never missed a day of work because of sickness, he also suffers from memory loss as far as that is concerned.   He is also hoping that memories of his poor sore "little winky" will be wiped from his mind, more sooner than later!   As for myself, I knock on my block head sighing, I never have the flu.

It is truly amazing the number of messages that clog my inbox, after only two days of not checking.  Friend Barbara from Occum, looked at photos posted on Facebook by our youngest son, remarking how relaxed  we looked.  Basically yes, although the past two weeks were a tad bit stressful.  Sister Mercedes from the Academy of the Holy in Baltic, comments: " A beautiful day, great day for a walk, so relaxing."  Here, Here Sister.  Thank you!

So as my long hectic day comes to a sweet ending, thank you to my family for their never ending love and encouraging phone calls, thank to our friends for their undying support, and thank God for the little things, it is everything.

Kodak Moments-Sort of!

Arriving in Florida today, Dave and Kendra, are celebrating their tenth anniversary, minus, Jack and Madelyn.  Although I would love to see the kids, we haven't seen them since June, this is a well deserved vacation for a very special celebration. A few years in the planning stage, Kendra had no idea her husband, Super Trooper Dave, our "adopted son" was, such a romantic.  Now the world will know, women will be jealous, (that's for you, Dave), I think it is just absolutely outstanding. 

Seeing them alone, no children brought back memories of our vacations, especially the first time leaving the kid's alone.  Mr. Bill and I, as patrons of many organizations, had purchased a raffle ticket to benefit  the 4-H Camp in Lebanon, Connecticut,  Never having  won a raffle, it was a pleasant surprise.  Although we could not take the week-long cruise to the Caribbean, they allowed us to take a few smaller trips.  One of which, was a three day trip to Montreal.  Mr. Bill, his first visit, mine a return, but nothing like I  remembered as a much younger person.   The three boys, alone at home for the first time.  Although, adults would be running Fred's News, it was limited supervision for the "young ins."  We actually decided not to tell the Grandparents until we returned, avoiding a negative reaction.  All phone numbers, contacts everything in place, the Egg-Nazi and I,"on the road again."   We hadn't been gone more than thirty minutes, the boys calling the paternal grandparents, just to let them know.  I do remember Grammy Hastings re-telling the story, "but Bob (that was Grampy), those boys are alone, do something!"  Never did get out of Grammy exactly what it was she wanted Grampy to do, but she was upset with her son and I.  We would of never gone if we hadn't felt the boys capable of three days alone.  Our youngest, probably ruled the roost while we were away.  Upon our return, the house barely recognizable, Mark's theory, "a place for everything, everything in it's place", except for his room, which resembled photos of a tornado's destruction, but then, he was only twelve.  Matt & Todd caring little about the shape of the dwelling.  We could always count on Mark to whip things back into shape!

We felt this trip would be a testing ground for future excursions,  We knew they boys had matured enough not mummify the youngest child again.  This dastardly deed done years early on a summer afternoon.  Although, we were only gone about three hours, it traumatized Mark for years.  This trip, we knew our responsible adult employees, would look out for the boys.  Without going into detail, stories surfaced years later, as well as pictures from the amateur photographer (Mark).  I believe he figured it to be evidence in case Mom & the Grump heard rumors of "friends at the house".  Obviously, this was one of those Kodak moments where they all flew under the radar.  Life in the Fishbowl, those days must of been in "murky waters!"

Beating the Chill!

Yesterday morning as we were talking with former Fred's News regular, Dave Seatter, he said he awoke to the season's first snow fall.  That's a tad bit on the early side!  Looking on the positive side of the situation, if one's believes the old wives' tale, your only going to get eight storms this season.  Not bad.  It been chilly here during the day and downright cold during the night.  Much like the old furnace in the bowels of Fred's News, sucking up it's daily dose of heating oil, our little system down here is helping to stuff the coffer's of Lakeland Electric! 

During this cold snap I would appreciated a steaming cup of exquisitely brewed Fred's News coffee.  We have tried and tried but without that precious water,yes, the coffee sucks!  I do hate that term,only using it when it is truly appropriate.  The water on this peninsula, sucks. Even Dunkin Donuts is not the same.  I do believe I have lamented over this a number times, sometimes all one needs to do is whine a bit to feel better.

As we walked about the community last evening, jeans, sweatshirts and sneakers, some of our returning neighbors from the north were out and about, shorts, a long sleeve shirt, to hold the chilly night at bay and yes, the beloved flip-flops.  Mrs. G's granddaughter, Jordan's philosophy is practiced daily down here..."No snow, flip-flops a go!"

During the cold weather in Connecticut, soups of all kinds were served daily at Fred's News.  There is something about a cup of steaming hot soup that is quite comforting.  Much like a cup of coffee,  one can lean over the bowl, breathing in the warm steamy aroma, wrapping your icy hands around the bowl, knowing in just a few moments, your inner being will once again be warmed.  Truly comfort food!

Recently Bill and Marie formerly of Baltic, now residing in Norwich, sent me a message via facebook.  Would I give them the recipe for Fred's News Tortellini Soup?  Absolutely!  After breaking down the large quantities, they surely didn't need a soup pot to feed twenty-five, I was ready to send it.  An very appreciative, Marie responded with a large "Thank You."  The seed planted in my mind, the Egg-Nazi asks questioningly, "Have you thought about what's for supper?"  Without missing a beat, a hint of chill in the air, "Let's have Tortellini Soup!" was my very smug reply.  "Mmm Mmm good, great idea, hadn't thought about that for a long time."  Mr. Bill replied, smacking his lips.  Thanks Bill and Marie, it's our secret!

A Constant Place: Are we having fun yet!

A Constant Place: Are we having fun yet!: "Thirty-nine degrees this morning. Did I just wake up from a long sleep and I am in Connecticut? First of all, when I awoke, it was light ou..."

Are we having fun yet!

Thirty-nine degrees this morning. Did I just wake up from a long sleep and I am in Connecticut?  First of all, when I awoke, it was light out.  Second, just for the record, I was up at 7:30.  That means a number of things.  One, I actually received five hours of sleep, thanks to that "Fall back thing".  Yes, we changed the clock meaning it was 2:30am when I went to bed.  I returned home at  3:00am, which was really 2:00am, now you see why I wasn't even sure what day it was.  Two days off, then I begin my two weeks as the opening manager, meaning up at the time I have been going to bed for the past month.  There again the solitude of the drive and the early morning quiet are actually quite peaceful.  Much like the early mornings of Fred's News, it gives me time to think, clear the cob webs, arriving at my location, entering the world of magical dreams and fairy tales.  As I walk up the long driveway to the Lodge, I catch a glimpse of  two white tailed deer munching the shrubs bordering the walkway, oblivious to humans, they continue with "breakfast", knowing the area will soon swarm with people, thrilled to see the wildlife but not so thrilling for the wildlife.  My favorite comment, Hey lady, Bambi is outside eating!"  Really! 

Hunting season is again in full swing up north.  Don't follow it too much down here, after all this area of Florida seems to be one big lake, with numerous little island, all connected by bridges and waterways.  Fishing gets top billing here.  Lots of fish I've never heard of and fishing gear that could put a person in the poor-house.  Go to the new and improved local Walmart, three quarters of the sporting goods department is about fishing, the other quarter hunting.  Throw in a few other sports equipment, and you are done!  If you prefer "other" sports equipment, one must visit the specialty stores! Much the same for food...no local coffee shop that is a one stop place...Fred's News would thrive here.

 Mr. Bill decided to cook breakfast today, bacon and eggs.  "How many eggs would you like dear?"  Why does that man ask!  He never listens, much as he never paid attention to requests at Fred's.  Just because he can eat three or four eggs, he thinks everyone can.  Better yet, "They don't, why not?" he questions innocently enough.  OMG "The world according to Mr. Bill."  He thinks I have tunnel vision, I don't know what to call his quirks!  Of course breakfast was excellent, not much has changed, he cooks, I clean up the mess....sounds about right!  Today, while buying groceries, someone had dropped a bottle of syrup.  Although plastic, it cracked, syrup, slowly oozing onto the floor. Flashback to the Saturday morning at Fred's, controlled chaos in the place, I break a syrup container,splashing the contents all over the side of the Egg-Nazi.  Thankfully, not hurt, slightly annoyed, no time to clean up, Mr. Bill continues to cook.  Solution:  large cardboard box, flattened, laid carefully on the syrup, allowing no further contamination, cooking could go on uninterrupted.  Four hours later, the whirlwind ends, we begin the tedious task of cleanup.  Not one bit of that G-damn syrup had been absorbed into the box, the more you tried, the more it spread.  Kind of like cleaning up a dozen eggs broken all over the place. Finally, detergent, plenty of it, super hot water, numerous rinse jobs, no more sticky!!  I'm happy, kids cleaning are thrilled that's over....The Egg-Nazi, not so happy.  All the syrup that had splashed onto his pants leg, totally absorbed by the fabric.  Now he tells me, we could of used his pants to cleanup all that crap.  He's even happier,as he changes his pants, the dried syrup acting much like a hot-wax job on the leg hair... NICE! 

Leaving the Confines of Home!

As I drove home at 2:00 AM this morning, contemplating my next blog, I was truly amazed at the traffic on Interstate 4. Does anybody sleep?   My usual solitude, broken by bright lights in the rear view mirror, I take it personal if someone passes me. Yes,  I love speed, but I don't risk life and limb for it, just like to go fast, windows open, breezes flowing throughout the car.  Last night, tired, windows closed, heat on, no radio blaring,I am trying to focus.  It was Alaska cold for Florida, about forty-two degrees and I couldn't get home fast enough.  Last week, ninety degrees, today, a brutally chilly wind.  I guess all the snow-birds from Canada and the northern plains states brought it with them. 

 Not only the snow birds are arriving here in Florida,  Two young men from Baltic, now call Florida home.  Adam is currently participating in Disney's College Program, working as a cook at Epcot.  Coming from the small village of Baltic, at one time a predominately French-Canadian village, I find it ironic Adam is cooking at the Le Cellier restaurant, located at Canada in the World Showcase.  Son Mark and I always joke, we belong to a unique club.  Disney cast members all wear name tags with just their first names.  Just beneath the name, your hometown or current place of residence, your preference.  Both Mark and I proudly wear Baltic, Connecticut.  Hopefully we have added a new member to our ranks!   Even as a young child, Adam often visited Fred's News with either family or friends.  In his early years, he lived just around the block from the restaurant.  As a teen, he moved just a few miles up the road into the Town of Franklin.  One of my current Cast Members asked, "How does he get to work at Canada, he doesn't come from Canada?"  True, usually culinary Cast Members work where they are needed.  Since Adam is in Culinary School, it might have been his preference.  I joked, living in Baltic, having a French-Canadian heritage, he is a definite qualifier!  The Egg-Nazi and I look forward to visiting Adam at Epcot. 

As a teenager, Craig (Craiger, our nickname for him), worked side by side with us at Fred's News.  Perhaps one of the most respectful and gentle spirited teenagers, Craig is missed.  Fondly called Mr. Pan, by his family, I understand how much they will miss him.  Craig, heading to North Palm Beach, Jupiter Hills Country Club as a seasoned chef.  On weekend mornings at Freds, Craig mostly the Egg-Nazi's right hand man during the incredible crush of patrons, showed a passion for foods.  He watched, absorbed, increasing his passion, knowing his chosen path, not an easy road.  Thinking he would never be admitted to Culinary School, Craig persevered, getting accepted at one of the most prestigious.  Family, friends, Mr. Bill and I all part of his cheer leading team.  Congratulations to Craiger,now is the time to soar. Admirable, he has chosen a less travelled path, hoping to build new roads to his future.  Perhaps a mini trip to North Palm Beach is in our future!

We Look Good!

Just about twenty eight years ago, I had to say goodbye to one of my closest friends.  Because of her heartbreaking divorce, she and her three young children were heading back to California.  Maryann felt she needed to be near family.  She was right, but it was an extremely "tough pill" to swallow.   Friends for less than ten years, we had seen, shared and endured some tough times.  Maryann, a Navy wife had moved clear across this country to be near her husband.  At the time our friendship began, she had a baby girl, Michelle, with another on the way.  Matthew, my only child at the time, just a toddler.  Both young mothers, our conversations began at the old Baltic Laundromat.  Our interests much the same, we became fast friends.  Acting as the hostess of an imaginary "welcome wagon", Maryann, husband and daughter soon became well acquainted with the little village of Baltic and the surrounding towns.  We walked toddlers to Fred's News, enjoying a quick coffee and some penny candy, never dreaming, someday, the place would be mine.  Their preference would have been Navy housing in Groton, but there were none available.  Eventually they would move, first to New London, were we would visit, but Maryann and I would talk via phone calls everyday.  As young Moms we had much to learn and share.  Soon housing would become available and off to Groton they moved, the friendship enduring.  Both our marriages taking a turn for the worse, Maryann now having three children, myself two.  We were each others' rocks.  No one allowed a bad day, getting together as often as we could.  Maryann getting involved in the Sunday school program at the Sub base, now being run by none other than the Sisters of Charity.  Maryann would make the trek to Baltic, often, during the school year, helping out at St. Joseph's school sports events.

Divorces now behind us, time to get on with our lives.  Unfortunately, Maryann opting to return home to California.  Our friendship continuing.  Phone calls, letters,photos, holiday updates, new careers, new romance in our lives, we shared it all. Yet, never did our paths cross.  Yes, we tried, we planned, but obligations first.  Computers made our lives easier and quicker.  We joked as we both hit forty, how "WE LOOK GOOD!", still wanting to visit each other.  Bill and I had gone cross country at one point, trying to surprise Maryann.  We were on vacation, hoping to fit the surprise visit in.  Maryann and Jim, sailing off Catalina Island, never knowing we were in the area.  A few years later, Maryann's daughter, Michelle ready to be married, yes, I am going to the wedding.  Plans made, health problems stood in the way.   Letter, emails, photos, holiday updates continued.

October 29th, my friend, Maryann and husband Jim,to my surprise, showed up at Disney.  I knew they would be in Florida, for only a short period of time, but again problems were keeping us from meeting.  Knowing they only had a few hours before they would return to California, Maryann determined headed for Wilderness Lodge.  Only a couple hours of visitation, the years apart reviewed, now realizing how much I miss my dear friend, determined the time between visits will not be as long as the first.  Our departing words, "DAMN WE LOOK GOOD!"

Poop dee-do!

Yesterday, in passing conversation, Mr. Bill asked.....How the hell do you come up with these little tidbits.  Simply put, I have no idea.  All this and more continuously flood my mind.  Some pertain to Fred's News, others, nope, nadda, not really.  Image drifting off to sleep, allowing the dreams to begin, circling round and round between fantasy and reality.  That is my mind even as I lay wide awake, analyzing my day, my life and the lives of those I love and cherish.   But, it doesn't end there,  my  journeys, some taken, some beckoning, waiting for me to breathe life into them.  On every road I have travelled,  even the new and uncharted, I try to make each unique and exciting, joking that even the mundane holds a tale to be told.   Much like Mr. Bill and his uncanny timing and delivery of a joke, just give me a name,place or whatever...my imagination will turn it into a moment, locking it away only to reboot and surface when least expected.   Unlike my devoted life partner and soul mate, my timing, well let's just say...it sucks!  Ain't that poetic!

My sons always say "Mom, get to the point for Christ's sake!"  Okay, yesterday, Halloween, loads of candy, little kids, cute costumes, more candy, more cute kids, more candy, hyper on sugar kids, more candy, screaming little kids, parents trying to calm down, crazed on sugar-over tired kids.  I am hobbling to the pool bar (foot healing well), because they have called me, announcing, "We need more candy!"  Dear God...please no more candy.  So....as I hobble by the pool, I see a cute little kid who then says..(this is the God's truth),"Lady I think somebody pooped in the kiddie pool!"  Nice!  Actually, I alerted the life guard, called custodial, everybody out of the pool ( thankfully only the kiddie pool).  Now, as I wait for custodial, my mind drifts to some of the sick Fred's News conversations.  Jimmy as toast person, Alex and Patrick taking orders, joking with Mr. Bill about farts, their intensity (determined by what you consumed the previous evening) and other bodily functions,  Their favorite topic, after women, "stink pickles!" .Every day I thank God the hood fan at Fred's News, masked the conversations as well as the sounds and smells their bodies emitted, resulting from over indulgence in beer the previous night.  So, I am getting to the point in a very long and roundabout way.  As I stand at the edge of the kiddie pool, observing the foreign object at the bottom, my imagination beginning to rebel, not listening as I try to focus on the moment, drifts into the" Baby Ruth in pool"  joke, told numerous times in Fred's News.  Considering all the G-damn candy that has passed through the hands of the masses today, one can only hope that is what is lying in the center of the kiddie pool.  As the sun was already setting, the coolness of the evening sending a chill into the few remaining guests waiting to see just what the foreign object actually was, a very tired and irritated young mom approached me.  "I am so sorry" she apologizes, "my son just told me, he thought it would be funny to throw a small candy bar into the pool."  His father, is making him apologize this very moment to the life guards."  I asked the young lady where she hailed from.  If only for a moment, I feared she knew the sick group that once called Fred's News home.  Foreign object retrieved...identified...a Butterfinger....not the dreaded "Stink Pickle" as I had feared.

It's November...

November first and Mr. Bill announces, "fifty five more days to Christmas!"  This will be our fourth holiday season in Florida, time, now traveling at warp speed.  I believe he was getting around to the conversation, "three years ago we were packing up the moving truck, saying goodbye amidst tears, laughter, chaos and uncertainty."  Memories still haunt me, can't find everything yet.  Our home in Baltic was chocked full, but I knew where everything was.  We still joke and say, "shouldn't of left that in Connecticut, didn't think we would have a need for that....or as a very good friend once said...."oh my, we won't be needing this anymore!"

Today I made a trip to the local Walmart, sounds rather idiotic considering there are about five of them within a fifteen mile radius of our home.  So, which is local?  Regardless, yesterday the garden center area, was all about Halloween, top to bottom, every available spot was devoted to goblins, ghouls, pumpkins and everything you always wanted or didn't really need to make your Halloween ":special!"  Today there are a half dozen shelves, filled and overfilled with Halloween bargains...buy for next year.  For God sake it's like December 26th just the wrong holiday.  What happened to the cornucopias, little pilgrims, overstuffed decorative turkeys and all the other stuff associated with the next major holiday that comes in twenty something more days, before the big one in just fifty five days.  What are all these ramblings about?...Mr. Bill eagerly asks.  I was scouring the bargain aisle at the "local" Walmart, looking for some Fall decorations for the next major holiday, Thanksgiving of course, lamenting that had I been more proactive and foreseen the future, I would have packed up all the pretty Fall decorations we had at Fred's News.  Now they are mere dust collectors, lying in box, unused, probably never to be seen again by those that appreciate their beauty.  I know, buy new ones...nah, not the same.  They were unique, pretty and made many friends and acquaintances, happy.  Besides, the ones on sale today at 50-75% off, still cost more than the extra special ones, purchased for Fred's brand spanking NEW!!!  What irks the most, they are no longer appreciated or their value understood and have probably been incinerated or chewed on by mice.  

Walmart had decorations for the holiday in fifty five days.....did you know that pink is the color of some Christmas trees?   Dear God, silver, ugly as it is, just happens to be beautiful compared to a PINK Christmas tree!   If I go there tomorrow and there is a PINK flamingo, I am going to really be pissed off!!!  Ironically, Floridians love their holiday season, going above and beyond re-creating what the northern climates experience naturally.  After having just heard the weather forecast for the upcoming weekend, forty degrees is being forecasted as the overnight lows.  I really didn't want to be reminded of Connecticut in that particular fashion.