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Monday, August 22, 2011

Jury Duty or How God tried to call me

I was summoned for Jury duty this morning. I got up early and was out the door in plenty of time to be there. On my way, less than one block from the Cobb County Court House, I made a right hand turn with a green light. Everything was going my way when a young woman stepped out in front of my car!!  Reader, I was so close to hitting her. If I had not been awake, if I had been speeding, or on my phone, or doing my makeup, I am sure I would have hit her.
To my amazement, she screamed at me! She called me bad names and she took her fist and hit the top of my hood! Did I mention I drive a Mini Cooper? With a miniature Hula dancer on the dash?
I was amazed. She was angry at me? I had done nothing wrong. Nothing.
Nonetheless, I crept the side street and parked my car in the garage. I was shaken.

Court was interesting. Over 200 of us in a nice room, waiting our turn to be called. To do our duty. I met new friends, exchanged magazines, and at about 12:30 half of us were told to come back tomorrow. I never saw the angry young woman, at least not this day.

Back in the garage I found a pamphlet on my car. "God is trying to call you, Are you listening?"
What? I started thinking....Well, I did have my phone turned off. I was in court. I was following the rules.

What a strange day. I had Jury duty. A woman walked in front of my car, she called me bad names and hit my car with her fist. And,
God tried to call me.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

If you had a boat... what would you name it?

taking a walk, just looking at all the boats. Some cool names. Althought, my cousin Syna said if she had a boat she would name hers "Go Deep." My aunt Gail said she saw one named "the Other Woman." Pretty cool names. Here is a few, but I think I like my front door blog better.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Front Doors on the beach

My friend Ann Marie has a blog with the most beautiful windows. I looked around my small beach town and found some interesting front doors. Guess I have too much time on my hands but I love walking around and looking at things we see everyday. However, do we really notice?

Monday, August 1, 2011

Gospel of saltwater, beach sand and locals.

When you grow up in Florida, when you live on the beach
"toes to the nose" means surfing. Last week I ate at our local bagel shop on Flagler Ave. Coffee and a muffin.
Here,  locals speak waves, water, the occasional shark and the tide. Maybe you think all of this is a simple story and you assume it not rich in color and taste. Maybe, I can't write the words but I want to give you this picture. Here, trophies line the window. A collection of tennis rackets, old dial phones and dash board beauties are the decoration. Long boards wait out side and dogs sleep in the shade.

Maybe you think all of this is a simple story and you assume it not rich in color and taste. Maybe, I can't write the words but I want to give you this picture.
These are the moments, sitting, when I catch a glimps of myself in the window glass, chapped face, bad hair. T-shirt, jeans. I am trying to think of another word for gratitude.

I am not planning on leaving anytime soon, but when I die I want to be cremated. I want my ashes scattered off the beach. I want to go out with the long boards and waves.   And, some kinda trophy would be nice too.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Bugs and the New World In New Smyrna Beach and Edgewater, Florida

So, I have been digging at the property site. I have been looking for any old artifacts. The first week out I find a pewter button pre-civil war. Plus,all this beautiful glass and broken china. So, I call in a Volusia County Archaeologist.

Dot Moore. She is a wonderful, tiny little woman. Very small. I was looking for Indiana Jones; hat, whip, but Dot is probably what most archaeologists look like. Not sure. Anyway, I show Dot my property, (the skeeters are huge, they don't seem to bother her.... Like swamp skeeters. I think I am drained of blood and feeling light headed at this point.) Anyway, we dance around the site. Basically, I have an old site that was once behind an even older house and the things I am finding are from a trash dump. Ohhhh! This would explain the broken glass, pottery shards and did I mention the cow bones? Probably from the late 1800's and early 1900's. Truth is...I was looking for Captian Alvaro Mexia's Indian Village from about 1605. Even better, maybe a shell mound dating back to 500 BC. I got something else. Anyway, Dot gave me some great ideas where to look. And her home phone number in case I do find anything worth showing her.
I did find out that the largest attempt at British coloniztion in the New World began near here in 1768. By August 1768 all the colonists were finally settled in New Smyrna (Town of Smyrnea). The first task was to feed and house them. Provisions had been made for only about 500, not the 1,255 who arrived. They were hungry, tired and did I mention the bugs, Indians, snakes and gators? A rebellion broke out and all hell broke loose. Things did calm down. However, they had to look out for the Native Indians. Those were some tough Indians and they just wanted the white folks to leave them the hell alone and go back to where they came from.

Onward and upward. I will continue to look for artifacts. Bug spray in hand.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Home in Florida

I am in Florida, home. I have this not so great photo to post. I am working on an old laptop that spits and jumps. Florida where the bugs are fierce and the sharks are jummping and spinning out of the ocean. The surf is up, lots of surfers. I have so much to do, people to see. Doing Zumba. The kids were in for the 4th. I am working on wax casting too. Turtles are coming back onto the beach to nest. Life is good.
Anyway, I am digging on the site of our riverside property because I was told in the early 1900's there was a crab shack and an old speak-easy on our land. How cool is that?? I have been finding some great old colored glass, but no old bottles! Iam lookig for the "mother load" of old bottles.I did find some kind of a bone from something... Oh dear!! My cousin Caid is going to come over with his metal finder.
I'll keep you posted.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Cracks around the world.

I am writing a coffee table book called "Cracks Around The world." I am asking friends and family to send me photos of butt cracks. No porn, no posing. Just a quick photo of folks doing their thing with a bit of crack showing. I would like to submit the photos for publication by spring of next year. If you have any family photos you would like to submit to my creative coffee book please send them in. I would not like the name of the holder of the said crack. (anonymous... because how embarrassing if it was your hind-end in the photo?) However, I will give you credit under the photo for the photo you send to me. If you want credit. If not, just tell me where the photo was taken. Please no porn, no posing for the photo. You will not be paid for your photo. I would like to donate any money to the Humane Society in New Smyrna Beach, Florida.
Thanks, lets see what we get. Have a great summer.
Terry Jane

Cats in Greece. Vacation.

Cats in Greece. Vacation.
I don't like cats all that much

More cats in Greece.

More cats in Greece.

Bucket list.

Bucket list.
Balloon ride over Napa Valley