A honest look at what visitors should expect and avoid on their next trip to a hurricane struck island by an islander and Irma survivor.
Ugh. The Holidays are here again and like every year, I again feel down and sad. My inner island Grinch has taken over and I’m ready to rain on everyone’s Christmas parade.
I sit in my disorganized bedroom, still stunned, still dazed. It has been 4 weeks to the day that the devastating bitch of a hurricane Irma has hit my beloved home island of St. Maarten. My most prized possessions are still wrapped up in black garbage bags and waterproof containers around me. This hurricane season has been a busy one, with one storm after the other and with another month and change to go till the official end of the hurricane season, I am not about to start unpacking and pretend that our lives can go back to normal. Not yet anyway.
Happy New Year!
I’m here trying to grasp the reality of it all. It is 2017 and I will be 42 in just a few months. What the hell just happened? I feel like the clock is ticking. Ticking for what, I’m not sure.
I realized last year that new year’s resolutions are not my forte so this year I am setting goals instead. I may even make a visual board to motivate me daily. Who knows?
By Miep Roidis
My human decided that her blog should be about animals today since it’s October 4th. For those not-so-smart humans amongst you who don’t know the significance of today, please look up “World Animal Day“. I hear my humans talk about something called Google. Apparently she can help you find anything you wish to know about.
My mom, I call her that since she tends to think of herself as my mother, keeps talking about making today a special day. Poor thing. She must be suffering from some kind of retardation. The weird faces and sounds she makes whenever she sees me are testament to that fact. The other human in the house calls himself Dad. I am quite sure I’m living in some sort of home for humans with special needs.