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Palmetto bugs are the behemoths of the insect world! I don’t care what nice sounding name you give these creatures, the ugly truth, they are giant cockroaches!!!

I know these things are just about everywhere and I’ve seen more than my fair share in Arizona, but Florida seems to be synonymous with these bugs that have eluded evolution and extinction. Oh, don’t get sappy on me! You can preach all about the importance of every creature to the balance of the environment until one surprises you in your kitchen, and then it’s all about extinction, baby!! Maybe not the entire species, but for sure that particular one.

I’ve lived in Florida now for almost two years. Our pest control is pretty good, so when I found my first dead cockroach on the floor as I swept, I was a little surprised. That evening, after a walk, I entered the kitchen to catch a flash of movement across the calendar! We both froze! I don’t know what Godzilla did, after all, I’m at the top of the food chain, but I screamed like a little girl, followed closely by, “Kim! Get out here now!!!” He chased it down with a paper towel. Are you kidding me?! There isn’t enough paper towel on that entire roll to put between me and that beast! A baseball bat would have been a better weapon of choice! Just recounting the experience leaves my skin crawling and checking for shadows!

The next day I was looking at my cat. She sat in the bedroom doorway,  just casually gazing at me, totally oblivious to the lump laying on the carpet in front of her. I wasn’t though. It was another cockroach! This one alive, but thankfully moving slowly. He was no match for my shoe! I disposed of him and gave my cat a fierce look, making it perfectly clear that she was not hired to catnap all day! She darn well better step it up and earn her keep! Lazy cat!

A week later pest control showed up, as he does several times a year. I told him about the recent invasion. I noticed a hint of smile, as he educated me on the life cycle and sex life of a palmetto bug. Interesting, but I was more interested in his plan to keep them outside. He assured me that though they will come in on occasion when outdoor conditions are not to their liking, such as our recent heavy rains, they must be outdoors to live. That’s for sure, because I have a shoe right where I can get at it, and I’m not afraid to use it!

I was enjoying a wonderful nap on the couch the other day. Through my foggy stupor I heard Patches, my cat, meow. Instinctively I put my hand out to pet her head, reassuring her that I was just sleeping and not dead. Suddenly my eyes shot wide open and without moving a muscle, so as not to startle anyone, I moved my eyes to encompass the loveseat next to me where Cleo was also napping. Cleo is my daughter’s bulldog! I noticed that Cleo’s eyes were as wide as mine, and she was holding perfectly still as well!

I don’t know if Patches suddenly sensed Cleo’s presence, or my eyes told a story that she read quickly as a mixture of fear and foreboding. Patches froze in her tracks and stopped meowing. Her eyes glanced up, for she stood directly beneath Cleo! Whatever happened next would largely depend on me.

There was no way I could out maneuver either one of them, so I opted for the only tool close at hand…my voice. Belying a calm I did not feel I gently said, “Nobody move. Everybody remain calm. Cleo stay.” That last part I repeated several times, as I watched her body tense in response to the crouched stance Patches instinctively took. 

Whatever happened was going to happen in the next few seconds. Cleo held the high ground and to her credit she followed orders and never moved, though I could tell she was fighting every muscle in her body to do it. “Good girl!” Though Patches is fully armed with claws that she is able, willing, and quite experienced in using, she decided the better part of valor was to cautiously retreat to the bedroom and slip under the bed. Again, “Good girl!” I don’t know about those two, but my heart was pounding. So much for my nap!

 

Such a fuss over devices with words like always, never, everyone, and nobody! Kids today are “always” on their phones or their iPads. They “never” go outside to just play. “Everyone” is texting all the time. “Nobody” knows how to have a conversation anymore! Well, not exactly!

I noticed my 18 month old grandson can maneuver his way around the iPad and YouTube better than I can. He scrolls through to what he is looking for with his thumb. Once he finds it, he taps it with his finger. Fascinating! He isn’t random. He knows exactly what he’s looking for, and if something looks interesting, but isn’t, he moves on quickly and fluidly. He’s attracted to the t.v. remote control, and if the phone rings he is positive it is for him. I have received texts from him. I know they’re from him, because even on a bad day the rest of my family can send fairly legible texts. He also called his aunt in Luxembourg once. At least we hope it was only once.

In the course of a day he will flit like a curious butterfly from t.v. to toys, to iPad, to books, to rocking horse, back to iPad, to hide and seek, to swimming, to t.v., to playing on the porch, to going on a hike, to picking up leaves, to having a conversation with you that only he understands, to playing with the pots and pans he drags out of the kitchen cupboards, to rearranging the fridge magnets, and cuddling in your lap. He does everything that we all use to do as kids and more, because he has more to do. Pediatricians warn parents, “Limit their screen time.” Not necessary, kids limit themselves, even though others, mostly older adults, look on with judgments of always, never, everyone, and nobody to describe “only” what they want to see.

These devices are tools of the 21st century. We make observations about how it was back in the day, but we aren’t back in the day. Back in the day we didn’t have seatbelts either, but I would no more drive around without wearing one today, nor would I advise my kids to do so either just because we didn’t have them back in the day! With every text, every email, every question that is asked of Siri we are communicating. And because we do it often during the day, we are communicating a lot. Probably more than back in the day. I know I do.

Today, in the 21st century, jobs are applied for online. Appointment confirmations are sent over texts. Airline boarding passes are accessed by phone. We pay bills online, communicate with employers, friends, and family through email. And when we complain about kids today always being on their devices, we do that on Facebook. Ironic, isn’t it.

The weekend is upon us and I was thinking that it would be a good weekend to go to the beach, or perhaps an easy paddle up the river. Of course now it’s pouring rain, but that’s the weather pattern we’re in now. It’s summer, or close enough to it that we can officially call it the “rainy season”, otherwise known as “hurricane season”, which would make the “rainy season” moniker just a bit understated for the situation, but I digress and getting dangerously close to a run on sentence.

It’s suppose to be 90 degrees, with 68% humidity which means whatever we do it better involve water or air conditioning! But, then I remembered I had a visit with the dermatologist yesterday and she thought it best to take a few scrapings that left me with some minor, yet open wounds that probably shouldn’t be exposed to the “organic” water of the Gulf. Bummer! Nobody to blame but myself, and growing up in an age when sunscreen was as common as seatbelts. Do a little Google search and you can probably figure out how old I am. Now I use both. Good advice that I’m passing on.

In light of recent events in the news….Five Army soldiers killed in the flooding in Texas, with four more missing; Captain Jeff Kuss, Blue Angel pilot killed during practice in Tennessee. He was from my hometown of Durango; and more stories just like these from more places around the country and the world, what I’m doing this weekend is of little consequence. Yet, maybe it’s these tragedies, these losses that make my insignificant weekend all the more significant.

We all live until we don’t. We have no idea how long that will be. Perhaps, in spite of my melancholy spirit, it’s my duty, our duty to savor and revel in the life we are grateful to be living while we are living.

Why is it when I’m in a hurry, or have a scheduled plan to my day the rest of the world seems to be using a different day planner? I’ve been waiting all morning, and now into the afternoon for UPS to show up. They are making a pick up and apparently I need to be here in order for them to do that. The last time I arranged for this they showed up early in the morning, and I was free to carry on my day. Simple! Everyone was happy!

Not today though! Not today! Today I have a list as long as my arm of things I need to do. One of them is soon going to require me to be in three places at one time if they don’t hurry up, because though I’ve had plenty of time to twiddle my thumbs, I haven’t been able to figure out how to accomplish the impossible! Since we have yet to perfect Star Trek, “beaming” technology I have about two more hours before I’m going to be in the world of “Now What?”

I am keenly aware that the universe does not revolve around me. People have things to do and places to go. They have their own day planners and their own lists, all equally as important as my own, but I just need to cross two things off of mine today to put my hands over my head and shout, “Yes!” Is that too much to ask? Come on Brown, how about you show up at my door in the next few minutes? Please?

We had one hour to break into the safe and find our way out of the bank before the cops got there! One hour and the clock was ticking!

The four of us were in this together. Mariah, Dusty, and Kim were my partners in crime. It was a family affair. Dusty found the key that allowed us to turn on the lights, Mariah grabbed the bag on the desk. We would need everything inside it to pull this off, but how to get in? It was locked and the clues were as hidden as the way out!

Opening drawers, looking in books, scrolling through a rolodex, stepping back to get the big picture, and then leaning in to see the details! The harder we tried the more elusive our goal became. We were talking over one another, bumping into each other, and all the while, “Tick, tick, tick!” The blood pressure was rising! Our hearts were pounding! The sirens! Again with those sirens! We’re going to get caught!

We decoded a clue and Mariah broke into the bag! We found another, then Dusty was into the desk! “Oh no! Another locked box!” More searching and even more clues that didn’t make sense! Trial and error, resulting in more failure as the clock continued to remind us we were nearly out of time.

We were throwing solved riddles on the desk, tossing open boxes on the floor, piecing together what we needed to get the money and get out! Mariah looked at the clock, and as she noticed that not much time remained something happened! She became laser focused! She saw nothing, heard nothing! Her only goal was to solve the riddle and get us out of there before it was too late! She was shouting numbers to Dusty, thinking, and trying again if it didn’t work. She was zeroed in, singularly goal oriented. Dusty became her hands. She was now obviously the brains of the operation! Our job? Clarify when needed and then stay out of her way!

Through one locked door, into the elevator, but which way?  “No!!! Not another locked door!”Hurry! We’re running out of time! The sirens, they’re getting closer!”

We got it! We’re in the vault! We grab the money and the gold! This is great! But the way out is locked! Where is the key? The clue lay in the money itself, but we needed the black light to read it! I had forgotten I was carrying the flashlight around in my pocket. I was needed! Kim arranged the bills. I illuminated them. Mariah figured out we needed to go back to the office to set things in motion, but how?  That’s where Dusty came in. He understood. We were a team! I glanced at the clock. Quick now! Back to the vault, search the lockers, and find the key to the door!

We were out with 3 minutes to spare! Our hearts were pounding and we were laughing, giddy with success! We had foiled the escape room! Escape rooms are popping up around the country, with many different scenarios. Apparently pitting your wit against an imaginary foe and a clock is quite popular. I want to go back and try our luck with the Egyptian tomb. It sounds intriguing, with shades of Indiana Jones.  It’s fun, harder than you think!

April sounds like a beautiful time of the year, doesn’t it? Flowers are blooming even in the most stubborn of wintery states, the trees are beginning to leaf out, the days are warmer and longer, and flip flops are getting a little closer to being the choice of footwear for the day, unless you are lucky enough to be me and live in Florida, where every day is flip flop day! And then along comes the IRS!

It’s not the taxes. Okay, maybe it is, but it’s more about the paperwork! Even if you happen to be one of those mythical creatures that receives a refund, you still have to grind through the paperwork. Even if you use a CPA, because your taxes are complicated, not because you’re lazy, you have to collect the paperwork. Aaarrrgh! Who wants to spend Saturday and Sunday doing that? It’s spring for heaven’s sake!

Then what happens when your situation doesn’t fit into one of their nice little neat boxes? Our daughter ran into this. She’s always had a problem with, “One size fits all”, because it really doesn’t. I love these tax programs, like TurboTax. They are great programs for simple returns, but they are only as good as the people who write them, and the people who write them obviously didn’t think about every situation when making up their little boxes, or perhaps they’re just a little too cozy with the IRS, who excels at vague and ambiguous. Now, I know there is a solution to her situation. I’ve seen it on the IRS form, but there is no pathway to get there from here, because there is not an appropriate box to check that will take you there. Now what?

Well, you call, and you wait, and you wait, and you wait, or you opt to let them call you back, whereupon you get a robo call telling you to press 1 if you still need to talk to someone, or 3 if you no longer need help. Now, my question to you is this, why would you still be holding if you no longer needed help? If you are doing that, you are way in over your head attempting to do your own taxes. I pressed 1, whereby Ms. Robot said, “Thank you” and hung up. What!?

I do have good news though. You will find April 16th through the 30th both beautiful and relaxing, with time on your hands to enjoy it. It’s something to look forward to while wading through the paperwork.

My husband, Kim, and I went to the movies last night. We don’t go to the movies a lot, but if there is something worth the price tag of a night at the movies, we’ll go. That doesn’t keep us from complaining about the price, and it doesn’t end with the tickets!

I suppose we shouldn’t complain about the price. We live in an area of the country where, especially this time of year, there are a lot of senior citizens. According to AARP Kim and I are seniors, but not at the movies. At the movies you have to be 60 to be considered a senior. That’s not us, but thank goodness a lot of these young kids that work the box office have been raised with good manners, and they don’t ask. They look us over pretty good and just give us the senior price. Haven’t decided if I’m grateful or insulted. I blaming it on Kim and his gray goatee.

A senior ticket cost $9.64. Doesn’t matter if it’s a night showing or a matinee, always $9.64. Seems like a weird price. Do the math on two tickets and it comes out to $19.28. Even weirder. A regular adult ticket costs $12.60 for an evening show. Ouch! Given the difference between adult and senior, I’ve decided I’m grateful for gray goatees and good manners.

Inside they don’t care. Popcorn is popcorn. Doesn’t matter how old you are. We purchased a medium bag and a bottle of water. Let’s be clear here. One popcorn, one bottle of water. $7.99 for the popcorn and $4.95 for a bottle of water! Dasani, not Perrier. Total, $12.94! I smiled. You have to see the humor in a $5.00 bottle of water, that’s essentially California tap water.

In real life a case of 24 bottles of Dasani water costs $4.98. You’ll remember we just paid $4.95 for one! If Walmart sold that water for movie prices, those 24 bottles would cost $118.80! Yikes! I understand the need to make a profit, and I’ve heard that movie theaters make their money on the concessions, not the movie. No kidding! I’m pretty sure we have moved well beyond profit, and we’re looking for a different word here. After all, Walmart is making a profit too. They are selling that same bottle for .21 cents. If I were to pay $2.50 at the theater I think it would be fair to both of us. The popcorn is harder to figure out, but I’m going to give it to them, though bite down on a hard kernel and you could be looking at a trip to the dentist. If that were to happen, we’d have to re-evaluate.

Kim and I enjoyed the movie, the popcorn, and the water. As we were leaving he handed me the bottle, “Drink that last sip. It’s worth .50 cents”. Good point. I finished it off!

 

I was searching for an anniversary card for my son and daughter-in-law the other day, and I mean searching! You wouldn’t have thought it would have taken me so long. It wasn’t like there was a lot to choose from, and the ones that were “topic” appropriate, weren’t appropriate at all! I settled for a blank one. I could write something infinitely better than what these knuckleheads were being paid to write!

I enjoy funny cards as well as sentimental ones. Depends on the occasion and what feelings I’m trying to convey. I do not find demeaning cards amusing, nor bathroom humor, nor sophomoric sex jokes. To even use the word humor in context with those things is a grave disservice to the word. And yes, I roll my eyes at people who think it’s funny.

If you give your spouse an anniversary card that says, “They say married people live longer”, to which the other person responds, “It only feels like it”, don’t be surprised if your spouse gives you a card with the number of a divorce attorney on it! Who thinks a card like that is amusing? If you do, you’re in the wrong relationship!

Ellen DeGeneres once said that, “If you have to say, ‘just kidding’, you’re not doing it right. If you’re just kidding, we’d both be laughing”. You have to look hard at some of these greeting cards to find anybody laughing. If you stumble across one that would make everybody laugh, buy it! Buy them all!

The sentimental ones can be a little easier, but a lot of time they say too much, filling both inside pages leaving me with barely enough room to sign my name. What if I wanted to say something? “Sorry, leave that to the professionals!” Other times they don’t say enough and you kind of wonder if they even tried. Now you have to do half their job for them and come up with just the right words, when that is why you bought the card in the first place!

Kevin James did a comic bit about women buying greeting cards. It was pretty funny and fairly accurate. We do take forever. Guilty as charged. He said we look, and think, then look some more. We are on the hunt, which requires patience. Once we find the perfect card we check the price, then put it back! Been there, done that! What are they printing these cards on? Must be something very rare! I finally decided on an appropriate card, funny, yet not insulting. I flipped it over and saw $6.95! It went back! How about we find something “perfect” in the $3.95 range! It’s got four words on it! Six tops, for crying out loud! Tell you what. I won’t complain about paying $6.00 if the creative think tank does a little more creative thinking.

 

 

Yesterday marked the beginning of Lent. The holiest season of the Christian calendar. So, what pops into my head? Fiddler on the Roof. That’s right, a Jewish musical with Tevya singing that catchy tune, “Tradition”.

Lent is a season of tradition. One of sacrifice, penance, reflection, preparation. A Catholic myself, I’m quite versed in the tradition of giving something up for Lent. I gave up coffee once. It didn’t go well. I don’t think the idea behind self denial was to make everyone else’s life miserable, so I won’t be doing that again. You’re welcome.

There is something beautiful about traditions. Everyone has them. Some are steeped in religion, others may be societal. Many have family connections, a few may be personal, held only by us. However they are formed, the reasons are pretty much the same. Traditions bring us comfort. They give us a sense of belonging, help us reconnect, and bring us together. Traditions, especially religious ones, reinforce values. They are a pathway to creating lasting memories. No matter what traditions we hold, or how we celebrate them, they bring to us a place where we can stop, breathe, and reflect.

Several years ago, after the coffee fiasco, I changed my Lenten tradition. Instead of giving something up for Lent, except for meat…I mentioned I’m Catholic, right? We don’t eat meat on Fridays during Lent. It’s not done. It’s “tradition”…instead, I decided to do something. To change something about myself that was less than it should be. Life is a journey full of distractions.

For me Lent has become a 40 day spiritual course correction.  What was once a tradition of dread is now a tradition of opportunity. An opportunity to get a stronger grip on being the person I’m suppose to be. I’m not always successful about making a lasting change, but sometimes I do. And if not…if you catch me during those 40 days of Lent, well it’s then I’m at my best self. It’s my tradition.