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About gimble

I've never understood why solitary confinement is considered a punishment. My favorite time of year is when vacation forces me to drive long hours on the overnight stretch, all other companions in the car asleep, my thoughts and the dark stretch of white-striped road all to myself. Having said that, I can happily keep busy inside my head, yet am distracted by so much of the larger world that I waste time putting those thoughts generated by those distractions down on cyber-paper. Maybe I want to see if anyone else feels likewise. Though not as bright, sharp or hard as a diamond, I am many faceted - esoteric in my literature, tending toward magic realism - pop-culture vulturish in my take on media - sentimental enough to cry at dog food commercials - and a lover of kitsch, like diners and other holes in the wall of life.

Chenay Bay – Sixth night

Final dinner at
Duggan’s Reef. Whiskey lobster
and desserts delight.

Chenay Bay – Sixth day

Last day on island.
Family kayak to Prune
Beach, enjoyed time shared.

Chenay Bay – Fifth night

Home-cooked spaghetti,
‘I Am Legend’ at Sunny
Isle. Just like back home.

Chenay Bay – Fifth day

Through the rainforest.
Lunch at Rhythms Rainbow Beach,
then Carambola.

Caribbean sunrise

Soft watercolor
pre-dawn shifts to vividly
rendered intense hues.

Chenay Bay – Fourth night, Christmas day

Lazy day, lazy
night.  Dinner at seven with
turkey and plantains.

Chenay Bay – Fourth day, Christmas Day

Green Cay Marina
walk. J gets stung, M watches
A Christmas Story.

Fort Christiansted brew pub

Nut brown ale. Oatmeal
stout. Bayside, we eat gumbo,
salads, tan through lunch.

Chenay Bay – Third night, Christmas eve

Cheeseburger joint with
singer grateful for applause.
Relaxed crowd, staff slow.

Chenay Bay – Third day, Christmas eve

Day in Christiansted.
Cool arched walkways, courtyards lined
with stores. Few shoppers.