The Lost Isle: September 2010

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?

Monday, September 6, 2010

Communiciation is impossible with Gollum.

I have been out all morning and come back home to the hut. Gollum is at the door looking for something. He screams and curses and stomps around. I shrug and go about doing my own thing.

Gollum: Those nasssty monkeyssss gots my ring!

Me: Maybe you just left it at home.

Gollum: Who let the monkeyssss in here anywaysss?!!

Me: What monkeys?

Gollum: The monkeysssss! They took my ring! My precioussssss!

Me: There were no monkeys in here. They couldn't have taken your ring.

Gollum: Then why is my precioussss gone?

Me: Maybe you left it at home.

Gollum: The monkeyssss, they takessss it.

Me: Not here they didn't. There weren't any monkeys.

Gollum: Then why is my precioussss gone?

Me (patiently): Did you try going back home?

Gollum: Those nassssty monkeys took it, why'd you let them?

Why bother talking to him when he obviously can't hear a thing you say?