Spring Forward

We're back, but the luggage is delayed. Not to worry, I am on island time. It would take a major catastrophe to throw me off this groove - something like my MIL visiting for the Book Festival in a few days, my cousin coming into town for the Festival, my book club meeting in the middle of the Festival about Cleopatra which I haven't finished since it is in hardcover and not on my Kindle, and maybe my BFF from MA is coming to visit too with her husband and dog in tow - these things will not alter my blissful state and make my skin erupt in psoriasis. But this tsunami in Japan, now that might just do it.

We remain unplugged on our little piece of paradise, although I must admit I did check Facebook from time to time on my husband's Ipad. The poor Japanese people, it is almost unfathomable. While I was swimming in the crystal clear multiple shades of blue and green Caribbean waters, an 8.9 earthquake was forming off the coast of Japan. While I was celebrating Carnevale on Fat Tuesday, Teutonic plates were getting ready to shift under the Pacific Ocean. Pictures of crawling dark water devouring whole cities and airports, were showing on every TV in every airport we ran through yesterday to get home; Gustavia, St Maarten, Charlotte and finally here. It didn't seem real.

And so, to save a little bit of my sanity I, the noteworthy news junkie, am forsaking Anderson and most news programs. Instead, today I walked around the property with my dogs, picking up doggie poo and stray sticks and balls, lamenting the deer ravaged azaleas. I did laundry. I shopped for milk, and for just enough food for tonight's supper, the way the French shop. I'd better start soon; salmon with lemon, green beans with ginger leeks and rice with salad. I miss hearing the sound of French children. I miss my friend who had us to her home for a family-style dinner on the island, "Chin Chin!" I miss waking up to the sound of the waves and the early morning traffic. I miss my daughter, the Bride, who finally relaxed and had her edges smoothed with massage and her Groom, who knows how to soothe her. OTOH, my pet sitter cleaned my refrigerator! It sparkles and I am finally recreated.

Tonight we put the clock ahead one hour, but I will remain on island time. Oh and I think I'll try and watch some real housewife TV....usually I hate reality TV. But our last night on the island we ate dinner next to Alex, the pretentious NY housewife with the vaguely smarmy husband and the two little adorable boys who were quite well behaved. We ignored her and left them to their peace. We all deserve a little peace from time to time, don't you think?