Okay, so not many people will catch my Paul Harvey reference, my grandma and I used to listen to Paul Harvey in the car, I loved it, couldn't wait for it, and thought he was amazing. I miss my Grandma, I am so reminded of her here. First, I can tell that there are a lot of strong, active, outspoken women here. They are hard working women, strong, opinionated, and not afraid to eat. You can tell that they have been the backbone of the family. I'm not saying that there aren't strong hardworking men here, I am saying that you can tell that the women here are ruling most the roosts. I see a lot of them at Kmart, mostly the big one, spoiling their grand-babies, just the way my Grandma did, I could have ANYTHING, as long as it was under $1.98. Kmart was our place, our special treat, we'd hit the K'afe, eat a little special treat, and go on to shopping. As a side note, I did think God lived at Kmart until I was in double digits, mainly because if I'd start to misbehave my grandma would announce "I will beat you here in front of GOD and EVERYBODY", between that and the odd voice over the PA system, I was convinced. God was obsessed about "blue lights" and "specials". I really had no idea why we ever went to church. The ice cream truck plays Little Brown Jug, a song about Gin and stump tailed dogs that my Grandma and I used to sing. It is so funny the memories that new memories bring up. Now she sits in a nursing home, unable to come here, and I know that if it weren't for her, I wouldn't be here.
Wednesday I went to check out a "mothers group" at Magen's Bay that I had heard of from Bridget, a maitre d' at our anniversary dinner, it is time to branch out more, Scarlett is getting sick of just me, and frankly, I am running out of shit to say. Staying at home is one thing, but, it is time to meet some new friends, for both of us. We never found the "mothers group", but we did play with a couple little boys and I talked a little bit to their nanny and Grandma who is in town from Atlanta. The grandma reminded me a lot of my own Momma, she played constantly, hard, and every little chance she got, you could tell she would teach the boys a new word. She basked in them just like my Mom does in Scarlett. I felt sorry for Scarlett, when I told her that was their Nonny, all she could do was obsess about her Nonny, when she was coming, what airplane she'd ride on, and what color bathing suit she'd have on when she went in her ocean with her.. Mom, you may want to pick up a purple bathing suit.
We've had no rain. None, we are already ordering more water. This is officially funny.
Okay, so lastly. THIS MORNING I HIKED DOWN THE MOUNTAIN. When you drive down to our house, you drive down a treacherous road, at the end there is a gate, kind of looks like the gate in Great Expectations, except there is nothing behind it, except tropical forrest. To the left of the gate someone has pulled back the fencing. There is a tiny trail that you can KINDA see. We've heard that there is a beach at the end of the trail, and the surfers LOVE it there because there is viable surf. We see their Jeeps parked at the Great Expectations gate all the time. Apparently, the owners, two guys off island, have no problem with people enjoying it. Our curiosity has been slowly killing us.
Jason stepped through, and I passed him Scar, and then I went though. It was so exciting! There was so much going on, rocks, crabs, birds, bugs, the whole 9. The terrain was no joke, I mean, this was seriously HIKING. My idea of hiking is walking briskly from one bar to another in 4 inch heels. No, this was wacked in the face with trees, sliding down hills, balls out hiking. I cannot believe how sporty I am at this moment and I secretly give my inner self a high five for not turning back, and haul some more.
Right before we clear the trees, there is a homemade sign "LOCALS ONLY" hanging from the tree, well, I am not sure if a month and a half lands me in the "local" category, but I roll with it. There were so many huge rocks, the ocean was stunning, and the beach looked untouched, all except this outside hut made from sticks, a tarp, a bench seat from my parents van in 1988, and a makeshift grill, and another sign on a rock reiterating "Locals Only". There were gallon water bottles everywhere, and it looked like someone had just been there.
My only thought was that someone WAS there, hiding in the forrest, watching... waiting... now I was in the movie Lost, which I have never seen, but Jason kept making references to it, and I got the gist. We explored a little more and hiked back up the mountain. This is so far outside my comfort zone, and I am starting to believe that my comfort zone is bullshit, complete and total bullshit.