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Published: July 26th 2006
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Ocean to Lake
Ocean to Lake Have not published this yet as there are too many subscbribers to this blog and I haven't been in the mood to delete everybody. If you would like to unsubscribe, please do. This is just for fun.
(As they say in Lebanon.."Just for fun"...no kidding..check out the Lebanese guy entries for women at salon.com. I checked out both sexes. One guy wrote to any possible ladies, "So long and thanks for all the fish"...Anybody know if Lebanon like the planet earth, has a back up copy?)
Anyway, looking at the blog again because tomorrow will be off to the Bahamas to work with the dolphins in the water with patients/clients and Dr. Upledger will be part of our very small group (as a patient or as a therapist I don't know--please don't anybody repeat that thank you. But I myself wouldn't mind being a patient to the dolphins of the sea, wouldn't you? We all need rejuventation 😊 So anyway, I thought it might be of some interest, I don't know, to scribble some of this down. (Is any of this of interest? Do let us know, if ya get a chance) So this down below is a blog
I didn't send from before. You'll have to catch up with the Bahama trip in a week or so, or so...
"James" scored an invitation to MarAlago. From the Ocean to the Lake. Weird...almost. The halls of the one percent. James didn't know if he wanted to go--the hair? Donald Trump was there and wife Melania. had to wear a tux. My sister Deborah was going through a seperation after 18 years of marriage so as her brother, so wrangled an invitation for her too. The theme was, Fairy Tales do Come True. the shirt collar didn't quite fit and the buttons too tight around the neck. It was for a boomer benefit for St Judes Children's Hospital. On the tux, James wore a white scarf, as in India. Men seem to like scarves in India. Donald kind of walked in, saluted the Marine band and color guard, took a seat, soon walked out. The old lady giving the prayer at the beginning of the ball forgot to say Amen...and everybody kept holding hands long after she was talking about her husband, and it didn't hurt anyone to hold hands. So there were soldiers there in formal dress and
The Harley
My Landlord knows how to ride a Harley. (I got to take classes) it was like the Navy Ball. (I respect these guys for the situation they are in, like I respect you too, but for me, war is not the answer and I'm not into harm. The way I see it, on all sides, they are people only trying to express their understanding of what it is to be free. (This folks starts within, as an inside job, and no need to give this away or shout it out)
My sister Deborah I shook their hands. Deborah graciously said she would follow the soldier. the soldier turned to me because I laughed and asked me who I was and I said, "I'm Saint Patrick." He laughed and said, "I'll follow you." It was odd to have this ball on St Patty's day but I did meet a very small petite woman dressed as a leprecaun. I kneeled for the picture, she said, "You're taller than me". It kind of reminded me of the photos with the kids at Mother Theresa's in India she was that small.
Then today heard on CNN Melina just had a baby today. ....and it wasn't like a joke, it was rude, especially for Palm Beach.
On the Harley in West Palm
Watch out for this real bad assed rider on the road! And in a tuxedo too. Well, I could do the same thing, even hire a Tough guy to protect my wife, if I had hair like the D.
What are good manners?
Good manners are based on respect and putting others at ease.
There were lots of OTHER fairy tale characters, all these actors and actresses dressed up like Beauty and Beast, Little Red Riding Hood, the Wolf, and all dancing on the ballroom floor of Maralago, lots of Secret Service too and so the theme of the evening was "Fairy Tales Do Come True". It was kind of neat to be invited to that and see the ocean in the night and to learn a deeper level of forgiveness...and to receive and allow that event. (More later maybe)
Came home with a Harley Davidson. I hardly knew what I was bidding on. And it's like,
WOW. They gave me the keys to drive it out and I was, "Like, motocycles use keys? Just like cars?" The kindly girls said, "Aren't you going to drive it out?" I said, "I've never driven a motorcycle in my life"!
So the Harley was there when Melina went upstairs to have her baby.
She got a baby, I got a Harley. I had to pick it up a few days later, however. Thankfully, my landlord knew how to drive a motorcycle!
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I wish I could have seen your first ride on the Harley, J.J.! Good on you to be riding, but put a helmut on the noggin' please- you have some choice grey matter up there.