my tiny hut: making it girlfriend friendly

my tiny hut: making it girlfriend friendly

When I decided to build a tiny home, I asked myself what I needed. Tired of bouncing from friend’s home to friend’s home, from hotel to hotel. I needed 3 things; a place to write, sleep, and store my belongings.

Then, I added a fourth. it needed to be appealing to my future lady, the girl I haven’t met. I don’t expect any woman to quit her job or career, but I want her to be comfy knowing we have a little place to escape, not far from the beach.

So, I added touches for a woman’s comfort.

The windows are slightly tinted. Sunlight will enter but never overwhelm. The heavy drapes will prevent light from disturbing at night in case she is a light sleeper.

Of course a powerful A/C, celing fan, and generator for when the electricity goes out.

Finally, plenty of light (14 ceiling lights), in case she is a reader/writer/blogger.

And when she wants no lights, we can set the mood. (16 different colors)

Speaking of light, when she presses the red button of light on the bathroom mirror…

She has light.

Since we are talking bathrooms. I love rain showers, but just in case we are going out and she doesn’t want to wet her hair, there is a handheld rain shower.

Of course, a walk-in closet with shoe rack (but you already knew that). GO YANKEES.

A king sized bed (Beach Boy likes to frolic) with two USB night tables so she can charge her mobile devices by the bed. Bedroom set also included a matching dress/mirror.

Hopefully,the girl I haven’t met will feel comfy here.

I never cook when I am on the island. So kitchen and livingroom will be added on a future trip. More bedrooms? Depends on how many children she may have. We will decide that when the time comes.

Ladies, what have I missed?

Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take ya
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don’t we go……

Lonely Author: Week In Review (As if anybody really cares)

Lonely Author: Week In Review (As if anybody really cares)

Couldn’t think of a better title.

So, let’s get right to the action.

The neighbor’s dwarf hen has visited the construction site everyday for the past two weeks.

She delivers an egg every other day. Now, if I can teach her to make bacon and brew some coffee, I will be all set.

My roof is up. (Bad joke).

Since I am no longer allowed to work on my own hut, I have been shopping for curtains, bathroom tiles, furniture, etc.

Found this fish art in a mall. He is made of ladles, spoons, empty bottle and spatulas.

A closer look.

A mall aquarium.

Selected the dark gray tile pattern for the bathroom. It should stand out beautifully against a contrast of a white and light gray scheme for the other tiles and bathroom floor.

You had no idea the Beach Boy could get all HGTV on you. Did ya?

I attended a baby shower this past weekend. Pearla (black dress) the momma to be and her hubby Johan, the father to be, asked me to be the Godfather to be, to their baby to be. His name will be Axel and his estimated time of arrival is late October.

What would the end of the day be like without a gorgeous sunset? Well, I guess it would be the end of a day without a gorgeous sunset.

Seriously, I am doing very well. I followed doctor’s orders. (Something very new for me).

Thank you all for your beautiful messages and concern. Sigh. So sweet of all of you. Much like the mosquitos on the island, you have touched me in places you will never know.

And this concludes…..

Lonely Author: Week In Review (As If Anybody Really Cares)

Will leave comments open for a while to have a few laughs. Enjoy the end of the week.

if I give you all the love

if i give you all the love

I give you my vulnerability
the crescendo of my final breath
my vagabond shadow
so yours never has to walk alone
take the beauty of my quixotic dreams
the circus of my lunacy
the heat of my voice
to evaporate your tears
for its you
my love
who has etched
your words on my bones
my goddess of poetry
what to do
my love
to gain your attention
to win your heart and affection
perhaps, you will be mine
if I give you all the love
no one ever gave to me

The Lonely Immortal (Book Excerpt)

The Lonely Immortal (Book Excerpt)

“Are you okay?”

“The souls of the dead see my light. They believe it is their opportunity to reenter our world. It happens every time I enter a cemetery.”

“You can feel them?”

“They pass through me like light through a prism.”

Spirits swirled inside Amani in a whirlpool of ancient scents, tastes, joys, and tears. The haunting pain of unfulfilled dreams from their previous lives pinched his heart. 

Angelo came to a sudden realization.  “This is the closest an immortal can come to feeling death.”

Amani inhaled deeply, longing to breathe in their hopes of a new life, the passions of lovers past, the cold inevitability of death.

“How do you feel having souls of the dead inside of you?”

“Alive.”

———–

Cursed to live forever, Amani befriends Angelo, a cranky Vietnam veteran who searches for his long lost love.  Sharing the story of his 5,000 year journey searching for his perpetually reincarnating twin flame, Amani the immortal, learns the true meaning of life from his dying friend.

This manuscript, my notes. and outline, have been registered and are protected by the U.S. Copyright Office (within the Library of Congress). 

Hospitalized

Hospitalized

Long story short……

I have been busy building a little love hut on this tropical paradise. My friend Berto wanted to give me a break from construction with a day at the beach. We argued over who was driving (my friend is notorious for driving drunk), so I refused to go.

Later that day I learned Berto was in a severe driving accident. He hit a motorist and smacked into two cars. Several people were severly injured.

Guilt was consuming me on every trip I made to the hospital.

Berto pointed at an empty bed in his room, “That would have been yours.”

Back at the construction site, I was as active as can be participating in all aspects of construction. Well, as most of you know I have a blind side (right) I tripped over a block and violently crashed in a wall of blocks.

I woke up in a hospital, lying in the very bed Berto said I was supposed to be in. Stayed there for several days. Thankfully, no concussion. Just intense back pain and some difficulty with mobility.

There in the blue polo is my best friend (and engineer) Titi. My buddy picked me up at the hospital and we drove straight to a beach resort. Where for fours days I was without cell phone or laptop. Just watching the beach, getting constant back massages.

So why the coconut photo? Since I have been on heavy pain meds, coconut water was the only exotic drink I had all weekend.

Will catch up with everyone over the next few days. Two versions of the same post posted today on my blog. I will get to all comments. Please be patient, I will touch all of you when I get back to my room tomorrow.

The Lonely Immortal . (book excerpt)

The Lonely Immortal (Book Excerpt)

“Are you okay?”

“The souls of the dead see my light. They believe it is their opportunity to reenter our world. It happens every time I enter a cemetery.”

“You can feel them?”

“They pass through me like light through a prism.”

Spirits swirled inside Amani in a whirlpool of ancient scents, tastes, joys, and tears. The haunting pain of unfulfilled dreams from their previous lives pinched his heart.

Angelo came to a sudden realization. “This is the closest an immortal can come to feeling death.”

Amani inhaled deeply, longing to breathe in their hopes of a new life, the passions of lovers past, the cold inevitability of death.

“How do you feel having souls of the dead inside of you?”

“Alive.”


Cursed to live forever, Amani befriends Angelo, a cranky Vietnam veteran who searches for his long lost love. Sharing the story of his 5,000 year journey searching for his perpetually reincarnating twin flame, Amani the immortal, learns the true meaning of life from his dying friend.

This manuscript, my notes. and outline, have been registered and are protected by the U.S. Copyright Office (within the Library of Congress).