Feeling stronger and ready to take my recovery to the next level.
As all my close friends know, nothing makes me happier than walks on the beach.
Flying out to the Dominican Republic today. On the island, I have my little love hut, and the support group I need (cooks, housekeeper, friends) to concentrate on getting stronger and building stamina.
It should also give me time to get back to serious writing, blogging, and poetry.
I have never been one for watching much TV, but this recovery sent me to the couch (where Alexa and my remote control became my best friends).
Caught a glimpse of this original series from Netflix called Lucifer.
Without giving anything away, the series is about the Devil (bored with his responsibilites in hell) decides to spend some time on Earth, where he falls for a beautiful Detective named Chloe Decker.
Like any great book or movie, what makes this fun series so entertaining is a great character. Portrayed by British actor Tom Ellis, Lucifer is a playful, flirty, woman loving gent with a habit of bad jokes and getting himself into trouble.
Sounds like anyone you know?
Lucifer has helped my smile through the pain, and even had me dreaming of post recovery flirting.
Just the thought has me feeling a litle devilish…..
Just wanted to get in touch with you to let you know I am recovering slowly, getting plenty of rest. Thank you so much for your kind messages and prayers.
That is the view from my balcony. I have sat there watching sunsets and getting fresh air.
My daughter Catherine came down to Florida the day before my procedure. She surprised me with a special guest Ally. They have been cooking, cleaning and driving me crazy, I meant driving me around. Doing their best to give me a strong dose of laugh therapy.
On Sunday, they surprised me taking me to dinner for an early Father’s Day celebration (since they won’t be here for the actual day). Don’t worry, I drank water.
I am a very lucky man. A few ex-girlfriends from New York offered to come down to take care of me. Felt some stress imagining all these exes in my apartment. The fighting, the hairing pulling, the screaming.
I already get enough of that wrestling over the remote control with my daughter.
Oh, speaking of remote control.
Catherine and Ally promised me a Twilight marathon this week.
It seems like cruel and unusual punishment for a man in recovery.
Soon to start seven weeks of heart strengthening therapy.
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.
The Lonely Author 