Kinky Reggae....

Arrrrggg, from the Marathon Seafood Festival! Dig my groovy little walking stick that may come in handy should I have to vote somebody off the island..or just become a tad bit over served! Seafood, art, great local bands and beer are the order of the day with pirates wandering about. I love this big party and look forward to it every year at this time.

Two weeks have come and gone and I haven't read a newspaper or watched the news. And I don't miss it at all. It's crazy how quickly a person can switch gears and get into island mode. I love the quiet head space and lack of any real routine, but as of yet, have not yet taken advantage of it, creatively speaking that is. Unless you count painting a sun porch and inviting shade of aqua. One would think with all this time and beauty around me that the creativity would just pour out of me. Yesterday in Key West, I even roamed the streets frequented by Hemingway (among others) himself, and still-I got nuthin'. Even blogging was a day late with no real organized thought. Maybe if I drank as much rum as the Papa, I could be similarly inspired, but being more a vodka girl, that's unlikely.

Maybe I will take a hint from Lola, who I see has found a spot in the sun to curl up and stare at the ocean. Looks like She has the right idea, which is NO idea at all. Y'all have a chill week, with St. Patrick's Day on the horizon, the Keys have another reason to party-as if the nightly sunsets weren't enough! xo