A Last Day In Paradise

As the last full day here reality hits. We are going to miss the sunshine. But have the hot tub and kitty cats to go back to. With Ange’s new found love of American Football. We have experienced a lot. 

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Couldn’t do everything, but got a glimpse of life in LA. Tourism in Vegas and we got to go to The Castro in San Francisco. We don’t want to eat bacon for a while upon our return. The walking has done us good. The sun has definitely raised our vitamin D and happiness levels. Zuma Beach and Malibu has been both Mine and Ange’s favourite place. Vegas is Vegas. It’s a crazy place. Maybe we will come back to Vegas in 10 years. Who knows. Definitely Los Angeles and San Francisco. Won’t miss the cheesy feet smell each time we walk past the ‘posh shops’ at Caesar’s Palace, each time we come and go to our room. It nearly put me off Cheetos for life! 

21.10.17 (T-Minus 8 hours, Pacific time, plus tax and tips) Buffet Breakfast at Balleys. 
Flamingos at The Flamingo and Pelicans. 


A bit of a flutter. I’m no gambler, I’m a creative. I’ll stick to what I’m good at. 


Pool chillout afternoon and then a ‘last night’ family Italian Dinner at Maggiano’s (really good food!) and bed. 

Lovely time had on this adventure to San Francisco, Orange County, Los Angeles, Through the Mojave Desert, Las Vegas, Lake, Mead, The Hoover Dam on the Nevada / Arizona State Line. Great holiday and experience. Really relaxed. Vegas is a crazy place. Looking forward to a proper pot of tea and a fig roll. Get ready for the jet lag…. 

In the back of a Cab on the way back tonight. 

Relevant 

Day 4 San Francisco and Art Garfunkel 

11.10.17 Golden Gate Bridge, Sausalito, The Castro. Final day in San Fran before we fly to LA. 

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We spent the day tram travelling first. 


  The then open top bus tour, over the Golden Gate Bridge to Sausalito.

 We love it there. Ice cream in waffle cones, watching the world go by. 


We ventured into Galerie Electra. Where I noticed a stunning oil painting of a tree. With its orange and red textures. Just mesmerising. With more beautiful oil paintings. We had a lovely chat with their curator. Where the light catches the colours and paint. (I must email her my art website links) Talking about the 60’s in London, The Doors, life, the San Francisco homeless population. The beauty and serenity of trees and grounding. A wonderful soul she is. 


Taking a ferry trip back. We then ventured to The Castro. Wow! We felt so comfortable. 

We ate lunch at Harvey’s which does amazing food and salads.


Cocktails at Twin peaks.

 We met an got chatting to a great couple who invited us to the local ‘Midnight Sun.’

 

Cocktails a go go with champagne slush and cosmopolitans. Talking Trump, Harvey Milk, best local places, bitch fits, whistling, relationships, America, dogs, and wonderful things…The horror of the wildfires, vineyards. How people barely escaped in Napa Valley. 

We then stumbled rather tipsy… past Castro Theatre and decided to go see Art Garfunkel talk about his book! (no photos or filming allowed- Commonwealth Club rules! ) People here are so friendly. We bought a coke and milk duds and settled in the beautiful theatre with the homely smell of popcorn circulating in this stunning place. I sit there taking it all in, while Ange discussed the horrors of Uk Politics and Teresa May with a Gentleman next to her. Art has the most relaxing voice. I could listen to hours about his life, music and walking travels. A treat to see a legend. 


Today America woke me up. Today I saw beyond the grind. I saw a better life. 
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Choices

So that time comes when we make a choice, the choice that will change one’s history and future. That choice that has been bothering me for ages. That choice that was forced when things all of a sudden changed into something that didn’t feel so good.

On a beach. One can choose to stay in the sand and shade. Or enter the sea and float in the sunshine, wherever it takes me.

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I think when one is pummelled with stress after stress and challenge after challenge. The belief in good sinks under the ocean. Body and mind tired.  Tolerance of others fades. Being surrounded by lots of people in crisis is incredibly draining. One revaluates what is truly important. My sanity, my health, my relationship, my family. The other things.  Am I getting the pleasure from doing some of those things anymore? Or have things changed for the worse? Do I have the energy to keep producing the good stuff when others can’t?  When did all of a sudden I become nothingness? When did the thing that I created become a thing that less qualified others controlled?

I have immense problems with people who think they are superior and better than me. That’s not my insecurity. It just damn rude! Yes how very dare you. Some undervalue or are simply unaware of my talents, works and achievements. I find it disrespectful and insulting.  Experience and respect is gained over many years of working at ones fortes.  That’s doesn’t also mean that’s an excuse to power trip and treat others as inferior.  Qualifications are great. I’ve met many with qualifications that aren’t worth toilet paper. How and why they got them as I see no evidence of behaviours, knowledge or anything leaned is baffling. Is a wise man that has survived many winters on a mountain qualified to help you survive?  Or the kid that thinks they know it all?  Then there is that teamwork thing, that diplomacy.  Teams contain leaders. Leaders that focus on a result ultimately have the final word, even if some don’t like that decision. We all sometimes don’t get our own way.  As one climbs the ranks, one leans a lot and passes down side ways and upwards wisdom.

You see that very wise mountain man survived so long because the villagers fed him. He’d once helped out woodworking. He was a very popular, charming and well liked man. He didn’t feed himself; others did as a kind of exchange for his work. After time he became unmotivated, life must be easier than this. He slowed down. Taking twice as long with his work.  Eventually he stopped making things, just relied on others charity.  He became lazy. This caused discontentment. Eventually the villagers took a vote. They stopped giving him their charity and he stood alone. He became weak. He fell to his knees.  They felt oh so guilty. Those same people rescued him and fed him again. He rested on his laurels.  “Ah those idiots,” he thought. He’d sit on his porch, feet up laughing to himself. He’d succeeded on fooling them feeling sorry for him. They were bad people if they stopped feeding him. They were all so stupid! That’s where he got it wrong.  Eventually someone got pissed off and shot him dead and burned is house down. Then spat, shit and pissed on his pancakes and walked away. Life and productivity in the village bloomed. People had the time and energy now they weren’t climbing that mountain every day. People went from being disgruntled and guilty to being contented. That man was soon forgotten about, as he never made his mark. It was always take, take, take. He’d played on his age.  Used the sympathy vote. That man was more capable than most, He just could not be arsed. People see saw through him. Not all, but some.  Some are very good at spouting believable bullshit.

There are people in this world that have a dictionary of excuses for themselves, that never take responsibility. Time runs out eventually.  Things always catch up.

There is a big difference between supporting and carrying people. There is a difference between the reputation and their perceived reputation.  We make an effort in this life, or we ride on the waves of others efforts. Some have no choice; life has been harsh in body, mind and experiences. Some are just too damaged.  Some focus and manifest ill heath as earning a crust is far too frightening and takes an effort. Some believe the world owes them something. The world owes you nothing. Some do the bare minimum, while others work their arses off for the same reward. Infuriating isn’t it!

So I retreat into my own healing. I surround myself with meditations and positive energies. Good people.  Sometimes the best thing to do is to walk away.  The ones that interfere, read between the lines, defend the undependable, scream the loudest. Confess responsibility of wrongdoing by outburst alone.

Implementing of change is challenging, It upsets people. I’ve done it. They fear it. They call you names, they try to harm you, they try to pressure you to stop, and they take the piss out of you. They rant about how absolutely great and right they are.  You may not get invites to their parties. But it’s not about popularity. It’s about what one wants to achieve with a project. It’s about fairness for all.  To evolve and progress. We must change.  To be open-minded is liberating. To keep banging out the same frustrations, stagnates a creative soul.  In the moments of true clarity. One asks oneself?  What do I need out of all of this? It’s not all about you. You may think it is. It is not.

Youth brings much arrogance. Age brings much stubbornness. The middle is when you find your true self. Do you listen to the masses that have decided you are wrong?  The masses that have a dictionary of excuses. The moment they are challenged. They attempt turn it around, like you are the bad person.  Or do you follow your instinct knowing that they really are. Time will prove you right. Some big corporations are rotten to the core.  Once they get away with stuff the first time, they continue and screw people over more. Eventually someone has enough. Some take a shotgun. Some take a grievance. Some expose the wrong ‘uns. Some just leave as there is no hope.

I will always stand my ground and up for myself as the world is full of losers wanting a free ride and to fuck you over on that journey. I sadly see happening more and more.  To agree to disagree is different from not listening to full potential. Closing doors on new ideas shuts you in a box.  A masterpiece can be scribbled in chalk. It is not necessary a polished diamond.  Getting problems discussed and resolved is far better than letting disillusionment built up. When things blow people go….

 I stand at the crossroads and.  

The Train… Journeying

The Train…. Journeying
Meditation music in my ears. Sends me sleepy.
The appetizing smell of Cheesy Doritios. My nose adores, my present stomach virus sends me nausea. It’s like I’m in two halves. Above and below myself.
Anything for a lung of fresh breeze. We forgot the ham cobs and green olives. Too busy saying goodbye to the cats. Plus new kittens yet to be born. Neighborly good spirit and kindness is appreciated. The lovely hand knitted draught excluder. My Mum managed to make in a week to keep out the cold in our hallway. Bless her.
My Pumpkin Hot Chocolate is something special to be adored. National Geographic is my companion. I entered the competition to India way before we departed. Trains I can read on. Boats and sea sickness never affect me. Plane take offs make me anxious. Cars.. Well cars and buses. If I even read my phone while traveling in them . Nausea and headache instantly. Motorbike and cycling exploration is adventure.
I close my eyes and see blue pastures. Slowly rocking in my lullaby seat. It’s Christmas Holidays. The passengers relaxed, Happy, heading to their destinations. Coach C is decorated the colour of the sea. Where I’m heading.
Listening to the bloke trying to claim the ‘unreserved’ table 4 seats as his own “reserved” for friends. Who happen to be invisible. Making himself look stupid to the other passenger who has rightfully claimed and encroached in this free “space”. Saying he will move when the “friends” appear.. Chortle. Now he takes his shoes off and rests his socks on the seat opposite to gain more territory.
In the pitch black night sky, that this time in 6 months will be brilliant sunshine, marshmallow Clouds and bumble bee blue skies. That smell of summer. Missed in the dark, damp winter time. Tomorrow I will smell the sea air. The healing energies will clear my troubled mind. My guilty mind. For again, I suffer caught illness. My body just won’t allow activity beyond a shuffle. My mind can’t handle tv. Even though we both laughed oh so loudly at the “Food Poisoning” Scene in ‘Bridesmaids’ last night. A lifetime top 10 Rofl for me. Yule, Solstice. 22/12/12. No ending to the World. A new Dawn.