Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Weekend Humor

Party Hound©artist Al DeLaVega

 

Weekends used to be my downtime from social media.

During our current crisis, it has become media our way of communicating.

To enliven your spirits here is a silly joke.

If you have a post with something humorous, be sure to leave it in the comment area.

I’m always up for a laugh or two. I hope you are too.

LOLOL … Have a Happy Weekend 😎

 

There I was sitting at the bar staring at my drink when a large, trouble-making biker steps up next to me, grabs my drink and gulps it down in one swig.

“Well, what are you gonna do about it?” he says, menacingly, as I burst into tears.

“Come on, man,” the biker says, “I didn’t think you’d CRY. I can’t stand to see a man crying.”

“This is the worst day of my life,” I say.

“I’m a complete failure.

I was late for a meeting and my boss fired me.

When I went to the parking lot, I found my car had been stolen and I don’t have any insurance.

I left my wallet in the cab I took home.

I found my wife with another man … and … then my dog bit me.

“So I came to this bar to work up the courage to put an end to it all.

I buy a drink, I drop a capsule in and sit here watching the poison dissolve, and then you show up and drink the whole damn thing!”

But hell enough about me,  How are you doing?”

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When we think things can’t get any worse, there’s always something lurking.

LOLOL … 😎


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COVID 19 and Me

 

 

Welcome … pour yourself a cup of coffee; perhaps, hot chocolate or a cup of my new favorite, chai tea. There are a few pastries for you to enjoy too.

Do sit in a comfy chair and let’s chat.

A little music might be nice … hope you like my selection.

 

My last blog post was on December 22, 2019.

Yes, it does seem like a long time. I’ve missed writing and reading all of your posts. It was due to health issues which I’ll unveil in this post. It may require a few days of  posting.

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Everyone is in the midst of this horrific virus COVID 19. I don’t want to talk about preventions or the illness as I’m not an expert. I’ll be discussing my personal experience with this virus.

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The holidays were in full swing, as was I, when I posted ‘A Christmas Wish for You’. Christmas is the time of year to catch up with family and friends we haven’t seen.            Hubby and I were getting ready for a New Year’s Eve cruise too. It would be our 20th cruise. Quite fitting, that we’d be celebrating the ‘New Year’ of 2020 on our 20th cruise.

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We’ve travel on various cruise lines. Our travel agent is aware that we enjoy cruising as our main form of travel. From time to time, she texts or e mails cruises she believes we might enjoy. They’re a bit difficult to resist when I see them in my in-box. 

A special deal arrived in one of those e mails for an 8 day cruise beginning the 28th of December on the Costa Luminosa. It would be our 1st time on this cruise line. The agent hadn’t traveled on this line either. She couldn’t give me too many details or logistics but we felt confident that it would be a good choice and it could be a bit of an adventure to try this new ship line. Since hubby’s favorite food is Italian food, I felt he’d savor the food.                We booked.

We boarded at 3:00 p.m. on the 28 of December at Port Everglades from Fort Lauderdale, Florida. The ship would be leaving port at 11:00 p.m. It was a bit later then other cruise lines we’d traveled with but each one sets their own departure time.

It’s always exciting when you first board a ship. The bright lights, the different decor from one cruise ship line to another, the colors, the crew and the prospect of what your room will be like.  We’d booked a suite for the first time. After all, it was our 20th cruise and our Christmas gifts to each other; so, we thought we’d go big. 

Because the rooms weren’t ready yet the crew directed everyone to enjoy browsing the ship for locations of the pool, spa, theater, dining room, night spots, etc. and encourage everyone to have a bite to eat at the buffet.

Eventually, we made our way to our room when we heard a couple say, “The rooms were ready.”

We were very disappointed with the room. It was the same size as a balcony. There was supposed to be a small table for in the room for dining in the room. Nope, there wasn’t one. We thought we’d check with the front desk the following day. We knew we wouldn’t be able to change our room due to a fully booked ship but we were curious as to whether or not it was a suite.

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Since we were docking at the Dominican Republic the next day, an island we enjoy visiting since the people are very friendly plus we’d missed a few places on prior visits, and since we’d been on-the-go from 6:00 a.m., we decided to go back to the room and skip our normal after dinner theater show the first night.

The following day, we took a historic tour of the DR. We had a nice covered buggy bike ride with our happy bicyclist named Mario. The turquoise blue Caribbean water with the sun glowing on it was magical.

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One of the gallery shop we toured had wonderful handmade items from local artists. I couldn’t resist the colorful tote below.

After a long day, we were back on-board with enough time for a shower, cocktails before dinner, our dinner and a show. It was a full day of activity.

Our days continued like this everyday except for two islands we decided to skip because we’d visited them before. We were beginning to feel a bit tired too. We assumed we’d been doing too much. Our bodies were in need of rest, so the pool, leisure lunches, spa treatments, rest on our balcony with a good book and naps replaced those touring days.

The saga with COVID 19 and Me will continue … come on back for the next chapter …

Isadora 😎


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Nurture Yourself – with Love

Today, I’m trying to get myself back into writing on my blog.

It’s been a difficult start in 2020. I wish I could reboot the year.

I plan on being more consistent. I don’t know what direction I will journey.

I do know I will showcase more writing and fewer challenges.

Everyone, please stay safe during this COVID 19 time.

We’re all fighting the battle together.

This is a post from 2014 to get me back on track.

 Ironically, it’s befitting for our lives now.

Love saying.web

I gift myself with the power to LOVE myself.
My LOVE will provide for me a life without restrictions or judgments.
LOVE, you show me the path I must travel.
You are my direct route to my destiny.
Today, everyone will be touched by my HEART.
I want the LOVE in me to be the light that brings LOVE to you.
🙏🏻Namaste🙏🏻
Isadora 

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

Life’s Dance


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Lens Artists Photo Challenge – Nostalgic Coca Cola

 Remember: Coca-Cola signs beckoning a refreshing drink.

Remember: Old fashioned souvenir postcards with Coca-Cola images.

 

Remember: Drinking a Coca-Cola while kids rode this mechanical horse – .25

Remember: Mom & Pop food stores with this Coca-Cola refrigerator.

Remember: Andy Warhol’s Coca-Cola commercial ad mania where a bench like this could be seen.

Remember: Coca-Cola delivery Trucks. They were bright red and white plus always shiny.

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What does Nostalgic means to you?

 Perhaps a moment or scene that makes you feel wistful, happy, sad, or somehow longing for the past.

It might be with friends, family, or by yourself; anywhere, any time of the year.

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Lens Artists Photo Challenge – Monochrome

Life is only traveled once.

Today’s moments become tomorrow’s memory.©annoymous

A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it.

It just blooms.©ZenShin

If you could see the miracle of a single flower clearly

your whole life would change.©buddah

Kindness is igniting a light in someone, for no reason,

other than to watch them glow.©

To be a star you must shine your own light,

follow your own path and not worry about the darkness

for that is when the stars shine brightest.©annonymous


The wonderful thing about beauty is that it has so many layers,

the outer one being the least important.

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Lens Artists Photo Challenge – Monochrome

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Sunday Song – Flor Palida

Flor Palida     2015©Isadora DeLaVega

If someone tells you a certain
song is important to them,
You should close your eyes,
turn up the volume
and really listen.
By the end of the song,
you will know that person much better.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

Marc Anthony – Flor Palia

**** Flor Palida – Faded/Pale Flower


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Nurture Yourself – When Things Go Wrong

When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint on the clouds of doubt,
And you can never tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar.
So, stick to the fight when you’re the hardest hit
It’s when things go wrong that you mustn’t quit.

2019©IsadoraDeLaVega

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Thoughts on Hurricane Dorian

Eye of the Storm

As I make preparations for the impending arrival of our first major hurricane of the season, I realize how much of a difference two years can make.

Florida is known for its hurricanes. 

Hurricane Irma was an indescribable storm that hit the West Coast of Florida causing some extremely damaging destruction. Our home, which is up to disaster code, had a tremendous amount of damage. Roof shingles peeled off like paper, screens were torn off of the lanai, leaves plus debris from trees scattered in every corner of our property, leaks from the roof peeling caused inside ceiling issues, the garage door bent and there was no water or electricity for days.

The news programs advised before the storm to prepare with supplies of water, medications, flashlights, batteries, can foods, a battery-powered radio, barbecue LP tanks filled, gas in your car and a plastic bag with important insurance and homeowner papers. It was recommended that bathtubs be filled with water to flush toilets.

But, was it enough?

We thought so but as the announcements about storm surges commenced I began to panic. The doom of our home being overtaken by huge waves was frightening. Since I’m a non-swimmer, I was concerned about the surges. I began to have a panic attack because of the stress. We decided to forego staying at home and opted to go to a shelter.

Northport High School was one of the places being used for shelter. The school was a year old. It had state of the art construction built into it for hurricane safety. 

The line was long and parking a disaster. I stood in line with our cat, in his carrier, while my husband parked the car. 

A man came up to me and asked,  “Is this your cat?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Just then, my hubby came up to us and asked, what was wrong?”

He was told, “Please bring your cat and come with me.”

I stayed in line. When I reached the door a national guard soldier turned to the person after me away and said, “Sorry, there’s no more room.” 

He closed the door behind me. I told him my husband went with a man and our cat somewhere. He signaled me to move forward. 

In front of me was a non-english speaking woman. She was being told by the check-in staff person to try to find another shelter since this one was filled to capacity. Waving her hands, she gestured she couldn’t understand. Eventually, someone translated. And, off she went wailing as she left.

She was telling me the same info she just told the woman in front of me.

My husband heard her as he approached me. He asked if there was another shelter.

She said, “No, they’re all full to capacity.”

I felt both relief and fear all at once. Where would we go?

My husband said, “It’s time to go home and hope for the best.”

He asked the staff member, “Could I go and get our cat from the pet area?”

“You have a pet in the pet area?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Then, here is the room where you’ll be able to stay.”

We were stunned. Had our cat gotten us into the shelter?

It turns out, he did.

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Were we prepared for a shelter? 

It turned out we weren’t. Yes, we had water, a few rice cakes for peanut butter, meds, a lap-blanket and a pillow for my bad back. 

I’d never been to a shelter. I had no idea what to expect. 

There were no cots. Floor space was at a premium with everyone hoarding every inch.

I felt like I was with homeless people. The people stockpiled their personal items like there was going to be an invasion of thieves. Since we were in a classroom they created squares around themselves with desks as their walls. 

A woman created a private area with shower curtains for her husband who needed adult diaper changes often.

In the hall, there was a gal walking around with a sleeping bag hanging from her neck, “Shouting, I’m being raped. Someone stole my belongings.”

A man in a wheelchair screamed, “My leg is being cut-off.”  No, it wasn’t. He had no legs.

I escaped to the bathroom to throw some water on my face and calm down.

I found a young woman crying. She became aware that her elderly neighbor had no one to care for her because her caretaker had taken off leaving her alone. She felt she had to do something.

She didn’t have a clue on how to take care of her but began to make a bed for her in the bathroom. The woman wore adult diapers. After having had an accident, the people in the room they were in through them out. As people entered the bathroom questions were being thrown at this poor young woman. She was chastised without reason.

She cried even more. 

They said, ‘She was cruel for putting her in the bathroom.’  

She tried finding a staff member in charge but to no avail. Everyone was overwhelmed with issues to clear up. 

The older woman was sitting in her wheelchair crying. She kept saying she was sorry over and over and over again. I began to shake and told the young woman I’d find help for her.

I did.

Eventually, she was taken to a senior facility until the stormed passed.

There are people who come together in a disastrous situation and others who become mean and aggressive. Survival comes in many shades of color.

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A family of seven settled into the area of the room opposite ours. I would later find out they were from Granada. Although they were wearing Indian clothing and spoke in a foreign language. There was the young husband and wife with their two children; a boy 18 months and a girl 4 years old. The husband’s mother and father and his mother in law. His father-in-law passed away 3 days before the storm. 

They were prepared. They had suitcases. Blow-up mattresses, pillows, sheets, blankets, water, food … real cooked food … Kuerig coffee pot, healthy snacks and toys for the kids plus love. They were all loving and caring about each other; especially the woman who had just buried her husband. Each time she cried, someone went over to comfort her. 

The children were extremely well-behaved. The baby cried a bit but soothing hugs and cuddles were immediately given which calmed him. The little girl helped her mother with him.

Since it was an art classroom, there were lots of markers and paper. I asked the mother if her daughter could draw with me. We sat and talked about what to draw. I told her we should exhibit her drawings on the blackboard. She was excited. 

Photograph of her at her exhibition:

I don’t know her name. I don’t know anything about them. They kept to themselves as most did including me and my husband. There were feelings of distrust in the room. 

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The school was on automatic timers. The lights went out every night at 5:00 pm. People would gather outside the room for a glimpse of daylight. 

The National Guard came to each room the night the hurricane was going to hit land. We were told to stay in the room until morning sue to the winds. The door opening could lift the roof off the building. They emphasized placing a desk in front of the door as a reminder.

Do people listen?

No.

A man who was a heavy smoker and reeked of burnt ashes as he passed you, opened the door to go outside and smoke.

No one stopped him.

A woman left to use the bathroom.

No one stopped her.

The little girl claimed she wanted to go to the bathroom and brush her teeth. A nightly ritual I found out about later.

No one stopped them.

Another man and woman wanted to get some more beer from their car.

No one stopped them.

It was frustrating. It was scary. It was disrespectful to the national guardsman and the others in the room. We felt like we were being put in danger. 

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The most difficult part about a hurricane is your inability to do anything about what is going to happen.  You’re at the mercy of the storm. There’s an eerie quiet before the storm hits. No matter how prepared you are; you’re never really prepared.  Emotionally, it weakens you. Your inability to communicate helps panic set in. Your mind races to the worst scenarios.  

As I’m waiting for the arrival of Hurricane Dorian, my thoughts are of the safety I feel when I’m in my own home. No, shelters aren’t on my plan unless we are forced to evacuate.

My home environment, regardless of the danger outside the door, is invulnerable, calm and safe.

May this be a passing intense storm with little ramifications afterward.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

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Sunday Song – Caught Out In The Rain

She wanted him.

 More than he ever knew. 

Invisible to him,

she couldn’t let him know. 

 Within seconds, 

he could make her feel 

like a thousand years 

of wanting him,

of being with him,

of loving him, 

wasn’t enough.

Yet, 

She was willing to embrace,

all the fragments he gave her. 

Because, 

every second and every moment

together with him

 was a piece of his life for her.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Sunday Song – Caught Out In The Rain