Two month anniversary

Yesterday was the two month anniversary of my truck being my home. Eight weeks since I decided to stay by the ocean no matter what. I hope you will forgive a little retrospection...

I remember my first night. I tried to sleep on the beach and learned from Miami Beach's finest that the beach closes at midnight. I still find the concept odd, but I love the safety of the beach at night so much, that I don't mind the occasional helicopter fly-bys, or the four wheeler blitzkreig just after sunset. I was not afraid that night, but I was kind of hyper-alert. The cop asked if I was homeless after he patted me down, and he said we'd be getting to know each other. I am very happy to say that he was wrong. That was the last time I met any peace officer, and god willing, that's how it will stay.

Work has gone from hopeless to hopeful. This is the hardest time I've had yet earning any restuarant owner's respect, and I'm still not comfortable. The buy-out is still a possibility, that would be absolutely wonderful. The building I work in is beautiful. At one time, it was the most photographed building on Ocean Drive. I would really like the place to become a well-run restuarant, and I would happily pitch in my energy to make it happen.

Now, because my money depends on how well the restuarant does, I am trying to find ways to improve the curb appeal that cost nothing. This morning I was actually willing to spend my own money so my guests could have fresh fruit when they ordered it. Unfortunately, I didn't have any. But I did after my first table. It rained most of the day, so I didn't buy any fruit.

I have gone from being a very private, solitary person to sharing my life and enjoying returning support to quite a few friends. We are all different, but we all are trying our best to live well according to each of our understandings. That saying that I thought was stupid when I was younger has turned out to be true in a pretty in-my-face way... if you only have lemons, make lemonade. Take what you get, make it as good as you can, and be patient. No one can make me believe that we are not all taken care of. We just frequently get in our own way when we can't have what we want.

I don't have anything interesting to report. I have scratched out a little niche to shelter me from the storms of life, and I continue to maintain my nest. Things change, and until they do, I wait, and I watch. Chance favors the prepared mind (was that Spock?). But stay tuned, one day I will be posting stories and photos from my first circumnavigation.