No matter where you are don’t forget to stop and smell the roses!
The first of random guest appearances on this blog.
From his mouth to your ears: Cecil Speaks!
Chapter Two: Tony
More accurately, Tony’s dog, but background is necessary.
Tony was the affable maintenance guy for the apartment complex, a fellow balcony dweller located one floor below Tom & I (see Chapter One). Tony was also a “fish out of water” South Beach transplant which meant that we were friends. A Jersey ex-pat, he was all pick-up truck & mullet hold out with a huge smile and no apologies. A helluva’ nice guy. I became friends with him and his girlfriend and was charmed & tickled when they adopted their gorgeous, white, stunning, German Shepard.
It’s important to mention here that our apartment building was above a very popular sushi restaurant, the original “Sushi Rock Café”. Tony’s unit/balcony was just one floor above the outdoor dining area whereas Tom & I’s were two levels up. That said, this particular (and final) tale of balcony life is short but oh so worthy of inclusion!
As we often did, Tom and I were comfortably sitting and chatting on our 3rd floor adjacent balconies when our conversation was suddenly interrupted by a LOUD commotion from below. A fast and furious frenzy of loud exclamations were accompanied by the clashing and crashing of glassware & silverware, quickly followed by a shouting match that somehow included Tony one floor below.
DOH! WHAT is going ON? Inquiring minds want to know!
Of course, Tom & I leapt to attention in rapid synchronicity of full on “nosy neighbor” mode, peering together over our perch from above and oh…..it was so much better than anything we could have imagined! You see, Tony’s poster boy Shepard, fully embracing and reflecting his Jersey Daddy’s attitude regarding his South Beach surroundings, had given in to the fact that he just simply had to GO. But, truly, how could Tony be mad? His regal, furry companion didn’t go to the bathroom in the apartment. He didn’t even pee on the balcony. No, he was a good boy! Instead he peed right over the railing….and right on to the diners below.
Don’t forget to tip your server!
I’ve met a man and I’ve got him in the palm of my hand!
You don’t always have to travel far to find adventure.
“And I shall conquer the land of tubs and toilet paper!”, he said.
Okay, not really but Snoopy always started that way and it seemed intriguing so I’ll run with it. To appropriately begin at the beginning, I shall attempt to do so steering clear of a “dissertation” as some friends fondly (?) refer to my texts. Hey, I’ve got stuff to say and I can’t help if it’s interesting! At least I think so. Certainly, cracking myself up keeps entertainment cost down and my dogs amused though, let’s be honest, they’re a pretty easy crowd to please. Yes, I’ve been “shushed” at the post office (true story) and told I was a “loud American” in more than one country by locals. For the curious, that would be in England and Jamaica so go ahead and make note of that. Hey, I didn’t create the stereotype I only help keep it alive. ‘MURICA!
So something random to get this party started: What do I love?
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.
Okay, not really. I prefer whiskers on dogs. Dogs in general and gerbera daisies over roses though I wouldn’t light a rose on fire. They’re pretty and my Mom always gave me pink ones so I’m partial to those. She was awesome! Dyed her hair blue when she was 70. Not like unintentional, black with a blue hue but “F it, I’m 70!” turquoise blue and I couldn’t have been more proud! I like to think I had some influence on that. The older she got the less she cared what others thought. Seems to run in the family as my age progresses. Minor problem there is that I actually never cared much what others thought to begin with so, should I make it to 70, I’ll consider myself lucky if I’m allowed in public at all. Fortunately, I counteract non-conformity and a laissez-faire attitude with a pocket full of rainbows and unicorns and a big, heartfelt, squinty eyed smile wherever I go (hence my childhood nickname of “Smiley”…. at least the nickname I knew about).
This blog is dedicated to my parent’s contagious love for travel, living life with wanderlust and a wanton attitude, and to all of those who share the same.
Life is short – make sure you LIVE IT!!
Ponder & share: What do YOU love?