Against the Wind

Surprise!  Marianne’s old computer is now working, and I am back online.  I still don’t have my email set up, but I had moved almost all my files over to an ancillary drive, and it seems to have worked well. Most of the programs I use I already have on the other drive!  Easiest computer change I’ve ever done.  Carlo is using the internet connection.

And now a day later, Quetin is using the internet connection.  Some moments… like now… I just want to get my quiet little life back.   But when I have my quiet little life, I crave a bit of commotion.  Just try and make me be happy.  Just try!

Quentin arrived at 7:30 and wanted to use the computer to listen to an internet video he’s been waiting and waiting to see.  But the sound is somehow boogared on this computer.  My speakers don’t work, the head set won’t work.  A good bit of trouble shooting later and I’ve found the place where the sound card has an exclamation point by it, meaning something as I recall… wish I could recall what it was that it means!

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So, maybe I should share a little bit of Trinibagan memories.   Here’s a photo by Ginny Dressler, from the day we missed on a north coast beach I believe.

Oddly enough, though the experience was such an overall positive, I spent so much effort swallowing my objections, or my discomfort, that now all I want to do is WHINE full throttle.   I’m still in “suck it up” mode, which is why I hit the writing tablet with my complaints.  This can work.  I can whine now and edit it out later.   I cannot send straight away in any case.

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Pat and Sandy came with me, which really did help in the big picture.  On the flight down, I learned a new little card game, golf, which is perfectly suited to passing time on a flight.  Pat is one of those unlucky folks who has a good deal of flight anxiety, so she has to be occupied the whole time, or suffer some very unpleasant consequences.  Sandy just wants a quiet spot where she can be quiet and get her calm.  She has problems with arthritic knees and all, so I suspect that’s her way to deal.  Or maybe I just project what I would like.

I got nothing but grief from Marianne for inviting Pat and Sandy.  But really there was going to be no one I could consider my friend at the wedding.  Carlo is the closest I would have had.  Don’t think I would have survived the heat, the mosquitoes, the nonstop activity, the strange environment without someone more reassuring than an ex-husband.

Pat was a trouper.  She knows that I’m very socially uncomfortable.  I’d just as soon do a social situation by sitting in the corner and watching.  But the Mother of the Bride does have some small role to play even when the festivities are financed mostly by the couple and the groom’s family.  Pat helped me put on make up, drape a shawl so I didn’t look like I was about to freeze in some arctic clime.  She was generous with praise, and very helpful to my fragile ego.

The day after the wedding, we were to head to Tobago with all the guests from the States, and as we were to go, I got the message that they were sick, and going to try to change their tickets and go back to the states.  The rest of the trip I did as the lone old lady among a lot of kids.

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