May 012016
 

It’s Saturday as I write this and it’s been 3 days since I’ve seen the sun shine.  Really, it’s been foggy, cloudy, and rainy for 72 hours straight with no end in site.  This is what the view has been like out the window…

foggy

And this is on a good day.

This is the weather I remember when I grew up here.  Endless days of dreary, gray, cold.  It has a massive depressing effect on the mind.  You lose interest in everything, you’re tired all the time, and you get grouchy.  I’m really hating it right now.  Especially when I read about the nice weather back home and all the stuff going on.  All I do lately is sit in my room on the computer or eat.  I’ve put on more than a few pounds since I’ve been here.

The weather affects one’s health also.  I caught a cold somewhere in my travels and it dragged out for over a week.  Only now am I feeling near normal again.

Where I am staying is not helping either.  The apartment complex is 55 and over but I believe I am the youngest person in the building.  Some 90 year old called me a “kid” in the elevator the other day.  I was half tempted to kick the old codger’s walker out from under him when he waddled off.  Condescending asshole.

Speaking of walkers, at least half the residents in this place use said conveyance to get around.  These things are all over the place.

They must be pretty tough considering the size of some of the people who use them.  They have them decorated with things like bandannas or stuff animals.  I’m half tempted to open up a walker store downstairs.  Sales and repairs.  Probably make a fortune.

Life here is pretty sedate.  Everyone seems to spend their days either going to doctor visits or eating.  Boy, do these people like to eat.  I’ve never seen so many morbidly obese people as there are up here.  Three meals a day without fail and lots of snacking in between.

When they are not going to doctors nor eating, a lot of residents hang out in the downstairs lobbies.  There are several rooms down there and at any time there are card games with little old ladies betting pension checks in canasta tournaments, wii bowling leagues, pool tournaments, and other distractions.  There are lots of activities and field trips, and a restaurant on site which serves up some pretty decent food for a good price.

When people ain’t eating or having walker races, they are going to the doctor, or the clinic, or the hospital.  The health system has a steady cash cow with these people.  Every week is a trip to some health specialist.  Every cough or sniffle is a reason to go get tested for some suspect disease.  Everyone has a massive load of pills they have been prescribed.  They all have a pile of medicine they must take at every meal.  One has to wonder just how much is actually effective and how much is just another way to separate people from their money.  When I went in for my root canal a few weeks ago I wound up with prescriptions for two different pain killers and some antibiotics.  The pharmacy companies have a real sweet deal going here.

For a retirement home, it’s pretty nice.  Secure, comfortable, nice apartments, and a very supportive staff.  But I ain’t retired.  And I’m bored to tears.

There is not much of anything to do up here except eat and shop.  With the weather the way it is, outdoor activities are few and far between.  There is no ocean to go play on, no Duval street to walk down, and I haven’t seen a sunset in weeks.  I can’t remember the last time I spoke to somebody my own age.

While I appreciate the family putting up with me for the time being, I’m homesick for the islands.  It’s going to be a long haul before I can get back and even then, I still don’t have a place to live yet.  I know things will get more better later this year, but damn.  It feels so far away right now.

Well, for now there is not much I can do except grind it out day to day.  I put my self into this situation and I’ll have to get myself out.  Someday the sun will shine again, I’m sure.  Just not here.

Capt. Fritter

  5 Responses to “Living In The Land Of Fog And Walkers…”

  1. I guess I’m lucky that out our balcony we are having as many sunny days as wet ones. But, the clouds inside my mind are still here. But, even when living in the RVs we usually came back about this time of year so I should be used to it by now, right?

  2. is there a car? so you could get out and go somewhere among people your own age for a few hours?
    maybe a sports bar with a tv where you could watch some game or something?
    or
    you could pretend you’re a starving writer in your garret room and start your next novel!

    • I do have some access to a vehicle. Don’t know anybody my own age here anymore. Definitely not starving so writing is out of the question.
      C. F.

  3. Hi Capt. Fritter,

    I haven’t been following you as closely since you left the Keys, mainly because my life & finances got more complicated & required more of my own attention. But I admit that I’ve felt bad for you, in the cold north. I bought your new book, but somehow I doubt that the sale of one book will fund your return to a civilized climate, but I’ve got my fingers crossed for you, anyway. If “good vibes” can help, then you’ve got mine.

    For me, the good news is that I’m in the process of selling my US-house & emptying out all my bank accounts in order to live on a 37ft sailboat in Simpson Bay Lagoon, Sint Maarten – during hurricane season (no less).
    But the cost of your dream is always “everything” – which is why we call it a “dream”. So, I’m rolling the dice on the “big gamble”. Which is something I know you’ll understand.

    I just hope your “roll of the dice” comes up 7’s for you soon.
    Best Wishes for a Better Climate,
    M .