June 19, 2023
As I woke up in Jamaica this morning, I remembered two dreams. They seemed like one long dream, but I realized they were two separate dreams. The best titles for them would be Lazy Zombies and Flying Hamster Friend. I wrote them down so I could eventually develop them as stories. Perhaps I could combine the stories into one epic story. I had the breakfast special, which comprised an extremely fishy main dish, two types of potatoes, and greens. Patti wanted just one of my potatoes (the more traditional kind). She is not anti-fish; she is vengeful toward fish. Just being close to her with my fish made her unhappy. The ham and cheese omelet she got suited her fine.
We then went to the pool. Volleyball hadn’t ruined it yet. Patti got drinks at the swim-up bar, and I swam in the rest of the pool. I’ve seen no one else swimming in the pool. Everyone else lies on rafts with their drinks. I’m sure they’re all looking down on me for exercising while on vacation. My glasses were off before I got in the pool, so I couldn’t see if they were looking at me with their judging eyes. I’m sure they didn’t give me one second of thought.
Patti and I might go over to the nude beach later. We’ll walk right past it and visit Crackers, the parrot. He was here when we were here years ago. He’s not doing well these days. Blind in one eye and slow to move, he is getting older like we are. His cage is open, and he’s allowed to go wherever he wants. These days, he prefers taking it easy. He has a partner in a bigger cage who they don’t trust out of his cage. He has the traditional multicolored pattern of most parrots. Just sitting on the bottom of his cage, he was eating the whole time we were there. The best way to describe both of them is “bored.”
June 20, 2023
Today is our last full day of vacation. Tomorrow doesn’t count because we have to be up at 6:00 am the next day. We went to the pool at about 1:00 pm and the volleyball net was already up. There were only individual couples playing, but it still prevents me from swimming as I am want to do. Patti brought me a Mai Tai, and she got her usual Bloody Cesar. It’s like a Bloody Mary, but it has Clamato juice instead of tomato juice. She has to explain what it is most places we go. She has gotten to know most of the servers by name so they know what she wants.
I’m feeling like a sour puss today. A fresh group of partiers has replaced the group of volleyball playing red necks from the past. One of them has a full-blown blue mohawk. With his beard, he looks like a Mad Max character. I expect he will be juggling chainsaws at some point. I just learned from Patti that we have to be out of our room at 6:00 am so we have to get up even earlier. Such is life in Vacation Land, Jamaica.
The resort photographer was talking to me about relaxing at the resort. He said our thoughts become the script for the story of our life. Writing these Thoughts papers is exactly my version of doing just that. The best memoirs that I listen to come from people who write about their lives as they’re living it. Most people write in a journal or diary. I write in my Thoughts papers. The beneficiary is you.
Thoughts from Life 
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