My Story


My Story:

After the illness and death of our only daughter, my husband and I decided to rent a boat and go sailing in the gulf of Mexico for a month. This is where, on New Year's Day 2005, we were caught in a storm, shipwrecked and my husband drowned. I have been on this island, which seems to be caught in some kind of portal or other dimension, ever since, free to explore philosophical and spiritual thoughts, yet physically unable to leave.

Other characters seem to be able to come and go as they please however, as I have met a few of them since being here. They visit me every once in awhile. Aquaman and Gypsy Queen were the first to appear. Gollum showed up after, then came El Alejandro and Stick-Paul, into whose dimension I was able to go a few hours before being pulled back to my island. More recently, Mr. Tumnus has been around.

Other than rare visits from these characters, I have the constant chattering of monkeys and sqawking of parrots to fill my days.

Every once in awhile, when the wind is just right, and I am able to power up the make-shift generator I made (I am handy aren't I?), charge my satelite phone, which has internet access (even out here), I am able to post a little something on my current life as a shipwrecked woman. Don't bother trying to rescue me just yet. I doubt you'd find me anyway. This seems to be one of those Bermuda Triangle things. I'm not sure I'm even in the same dimension anymore. But hey, the satelite phone still works, how cool is that?



Saturday, August 25, 2007

Moving up

It's not that the satellite phone hasn't been up and running, the real reason why I haven't posted here in awhile is that basically things have been going well, and nothing extraordinary has happened. It's like they say, no news is good news. Or like Tolstoy said about all happy families being the same and unhappy families having the ineresting stories... or something like that.

Unless you count that I have moved my hut halfway up the volcano. I found a level spot on higher ground that would accomodate a hut and moved there instead. The monkeys don't hang around there so much and there is a waterfall nearby. It is just above the abandonned monastery.

I still come to the beach. I have to fish for food sometimes. But the wind doesn't blow so hard in the new hut, and the rain doesn't get in like before.

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