Don't you judge us.
I was literally shaking this morning simply trying to decide what jewelry to take. I've spent all day mostly dealing with trying to get the schedule for house-sitting all figured out. And I think I have, thank god for the kindness and grace of friends. But you know what? This time tomorrow I'll be getting ready to watch the sun set over the Caribbean and none of this will matter one damn bit.
I was going through some pictures to send to Hank for possible artwork for this Shebooks thing I'm doing and I realized that I have seen some incredibly beautiful sunsets in my life.
Check this one out.
Roseland, Florida, over the Sebastian.
Dog Island, Florida, over the bay.
And tomorrow- another, should there be good weather. The dive boats will be heading back to the marina, the panga-style boats that they use in the Caribbean scooting across the channel between the Yucatan and Cozumel. Maybe we'll see one of the cruise ships, bigger than continents, being piloted away from the docks and into the sunset. In Cozumel, there is a Pilot of the Port and he has his own house on the waterfront. Every cruise ship who comes in to dock and every cruise ship who leaves the channel is piloted by the Piloto de Puerto. Or, you know, one of them.
I am trembling inside.
We have to be at Lily and Jason's house at 6:15 tomorrow morning to get our ride to the airport. Theoretically, I am about to make supper.
Theoretically, I am packed.
Theoretically, this will be the last meal I prepare in fourteen days.
Theoretically, things like this will be happening.
And quite frankly, I'll believe it when I see, smell, taste, feel it.