Birds in Paradise

On my recent vacation, I laid in the sun, read an entire novel, drove a moped and a a jet ski, dined with old friends, had several massages and took at least one nap per day. It was delightful. You say, no knitting? Of course, there was knitting as well and a visit to Knit Wits of Key West.

It's a lovely yarn store considering it's in the tropics. They have a nice selection of yarns and have a warm and inviting staff. From the moment I walked in to the moment I left, I never once got that "why is this man in my yarn store vibe". They were gracious, interested in what I was knitting and helpful in selecting yarn and a pattern. But that purchase must remain a secret ... for a while. If you're visiting Key West, be sure to stop in and visit the only knitting store in the Keys. For those who knit, Knit Wits is a welcomed addition. I was told that prior to their opening, knitters could only purchase yarn on the internet or drive 3 hours to the closest yarn store. And I thought my 1/2 hour drive was a burden.

It was a great week and I even made some time to make some new friends.



For those who know me well, I detest birds having once been attacked by seagulls trying to carry a burger and fries back to our spot on the beach and the drama that ensued around the entire event. My ex always found humor in this story retelling it at any opportunity. In my process of expansion; body, mind and soul, I decided to embrace the beast and mingle with our feathered friends while on vacation. As fate would have it, I received a picture message from my ex of a seagull who had obviously perched himself very close to him on a beach 3,000 miles away from me and he was possessed to take a quick phone/camera shot and send it to me as a goof.

In an effort to not over-analyze, I opted to know that true spirits are always together, if not in body, always in spirit. In that very moment; I was happy, zinc oxide on my nose, sun on my face and the breeze blowing through my shirt (sans undershirt, another unheard of event for those who know me) in the wind off the Gulf. All with some ugly bird not 5 feet away from me and his twin in my phone. Astonishing! I had a rum colada daquiri strawberry punch cocktail piece of heaven with an umbrella and twirly straw in it and toasted all the birds of the world. What shall I name my new parakeet?