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Lemons Way
The continuing adventures of a cruising sailor/family lawyer, his wife (also a lawyer), and their young children.
Turtle Saved
Keith
07/20/2008, Near Oriental

As I was driving the Rebounder to Oriental, I came across a turtle in the middle of the road with it's head extended in some sort of crazy game of turtle chicken (so to speak). This time I knew better. This turtle wasn't going to get squished on the highway on my watch. I turned the motorhome around, went back, picked him up, put it in the shower/bathtub, and eventually put him into the forest near Whittaker docks. When I came back to check on him, he was gone. Another good sign, I think.

The View As I Depart From The Food Lion To Oriental
Keith
07/20/2008

I can't say I had the best night's sleep or that I felt particularly great when I awoke this morning, but I headed out anyway, stopping at a McDonalds for some particularly horrible decaf coffee. About 100 miles later I finally stopped for that Bojangles Chicken meal - I ordered a breakfast combo consisting of a fried chicken fillet and some potatoes and 1/2 sweet ice tea. When I received my bag of food, it contained three sandwiches and three orders of potatoes. Incredibly, the same thing happened with the pizza last night. I ordered a slice and my bag contained a super sized hunk of za as big as two or three slices. I had a chicken sandwich for lunch before taking a long nap this afternoon and I'm going to have another chicken and potatoe meal for dinner tonight. A good sign.

The Food Lion, The Full Moon, Artificial Light, And The Rebounder
Keith, hot and muggy, but the ac is on for now... not much longer, but at least for now
07/19/2008, Somewhere along the way to Oriental, NC

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The Magic Carpet Picks Me Up From The Norfolk Airport
Keith, hot and humid again
07/19/2008

Ahh, the Rebounder. I'm relaxing in it as I write this outside some small town in North Carolina. Nevertheless, I've got several bars of broadband internet. I hope they don't kick me out of the Food Lion parking lot I've camped in. There are signs for camping just up the street, but I prefer this tonight. I'm about 60 miles from the airport, about 130 to go to Oriental. I've got a special appointment to pick up the dogs at 10:00 a.m. tomorrow morning. I've got a slice of pizza from a joint in the strip mall here and whatever I have left from the bag of food Pam and my Mother sent me off with. I'm fine. I will be better than fine tomorrow morning when I reunite with Jake and Anne.

One More Flight And I'm Back In Norfolk
Keith
07/19/2008, Nashville, TN

Again, I'm sitting in the airport doing a live blog entry. It is 2:37 p.m.. The flight leaves at 3:20 p.m. We should start boarding in 10 or 20 minutes. It looks like a 2 hour flight or so. Then its back to the rebounder (stored, as you may recall, in the long-term parking lot), drive part of the way tonight, wake up tomorrow, drive the rest of the way to Oriental, pick up the dogs at 1:00 p.m., and continue my cruising adventure. I have a court hearing later this week that I can appear at telephonically, so I probably won't depart until its over, then I'm finally off.

View From The Surfliner Express
Keith
07/19/2008, Somewhere between Los Angeles and San Diego

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The Train From Los Angeles To San Diego
Keith
07/19/2008

My mom hooked me up with a business class train ticket to San Diego for a very short visit at their summer place in Coronado. I wound up taking a later train so that I could spend some time with Aunt Rhoda, who came up from San Diego on the same day I traveled down there. Pamela, Cameron, Rhoda, and I enjoyed a pleasant walk together. There is a historic latino district just outside the station where I picked up a burrito lunch for the trip. It was only ok. The 2.75 hour trip turned into about 4 hours due to problems with another train. That would have really bothered me in the past, but I've become much more patient over the last few months and I'm no longer in a rush all the time. I read a book and enjoyed the scenery. I picked the book up at a used bookstore in Tucson before I left town. It is about a father and son who sail around the tip of South America together. My dad helped me with my taxes last night and by phone message and e-mail today. That may be as close to Tropical Dreamer as we're likely to get together.

Two Exhausted Boys And Pamela, The Perfect Hostess
Keith
07/18/2008, LA

I wanted to get in this shot of Pamela even though the guys are about to crash on me. She was very kind to hang out with me so much while I was in town. Between taking care of the kids and me during the day and working at night these days as a set designer for hollywood, she is busy. My brother Kevin similarly puts in 12 hour work days to support the family. I remember when I devoted most of my life energy to work. I didn't even have a family to support. The work regimine we follow here in the US doesn't leave much left for one's self or others. With all this time and energy on my hands in this coming period, I hope I will not waste it and that I will savour and appreciate the freedom. Before he left for work this morning, my bro assured me that if I needed money, I could call on him. What a guy. Lets hope I don't have to make that call.

Family Dinner
07/18/2008, Kevin and Pam's house

A little unpredictable with the youngins and all, but still enjoyable to be with family. I believe the pirate theme was in my honor.

Morning With Jasmine Before A Full Day In LA
Keith, best weather yet this trip, except in the middle of the day, when it got warm
07/18/2008

My brother Kevin left for work early and I got to spend a few hours with my youngest niece. We played with play dough together, I made her breakfast, she taught me her version of checkers and tick tack toe. Then my sister-in-law Pamela got everyone organized for the day. We dropped Jasmine off at camp and took youngest nephew Cameron to the Guitar Center. Cameron is 2.5 years old. Guitar Center is a music instrument superstore. The boy was in his element. He especially likes the drum section. We had to drag him out of there after spending over an hour running from one drum set to the next. A nice mexican food lunch, rest time, work-out and clean-up at the Beverly Hills Country Club, a bit of food shopping with Pam and the kids, BBQing red snapper on the roof deck with my bro, family dinner, and bed time. I sure like this better than hanging out by myself in an empty house in Tucson, but maybe not as much as hanging out by myself with the dogs in a cruising sailboat.

 

 
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