Hey everyone, welcome back to my little corner of the internet where I chronicle my adventures (and occasional misadventures) of living on the lovely island of Saba!
Monday started off on the wrong foot. My phone decided to stage a full-blown rebellion against wifi, refusing to connect to any network while everything else was working perfectly. Two and a half hours of phone silence? Not my idea of a good time! Living up here on Booby Hill has its perks, but when connectivity goes down, I’m basically off the grid. It’s either wait for Dave to come home or channel my inner adventurer and hitchhike into town.
To salvage the day, Dave and I ventured into town for dinner at The Hideaway. Dave was craving a steak, and who am I to deny a man his carnivorous desires? We ended up running into Anise and Darren, and the evening turned into a fun hangout session. Eventually, though, we decided to call it a night and head back to our humble abode.
Tuesday was a productivity powerhouse! I managed to get a ton of work done, and found out that Dave is going to be doing some travelling for work, learning new skills and bringing that knowledge back to Saba. How cool is that? I’m so incredibly proud and excited for him. To celebrate, I decided to get crafty and create an animated birthday card featuring a talking version of his favorite childhood toy. Think “Toy Story,” but with a Saban twist.
The rest of the evening was spent sharing Dave’s good news with family and friends. Celebratory vibes all around!
I also had a chat with Dave about my blog. I’ve been pondering its future, wondering if I should take a break. He encouraged me to keep posting at least once a week, which I appreciated. I’ve been rereading my old posts, and honestly, I’m pretty proud of what I’ve created so far. My initial goal was to share my journey from two broken ankles to living my best life on Saba, and I think I’ve accomplished that. But for now, I’ll keep the stories coming and revisit the sabbatical idea closer to my one-year blogiversary.
Wednesday afternoon brought an unexpected twist: the entire office lost internet! Suddenly, I was the last woman standing, holding down the fort while everyone else retreated to their homes to work remotely. After work, it was time for some much-needed girls’ night fun at Colibri. The weather was perfect for an outdoor gathering, and the company, as always, was top-notch.
However, my drink choices came back to haunt me. I started with two Bayou rum & cokes before switching to my usual amaretto sours. The caffeine in the coke decided to wage war on my sleep schedule, leaving me wide awake around 1:30 am for an hour or two. Insomnia, consider this a formal request to lose my address.
Thursday was my accounts receivable day at work, and I actually managed to catch up on some follow-ups that were slightly behind schedule, which is to say I didn’t get them done on the timeline I set for myself. No one is harder on me than me…lol I had planned to go back to Colibri for Heritage Night with Dave, but my stomach had other plans. Let’s just say I wasn’t inclined to be too far from a bathroom, so I decided to skip it.
Being home alone (but not working) gave me a chance to do some writing. I’ve been a bit lax about it lately, contemplating the meaning of life and all that. I’m at a strange crossroads, trying to balance five different ideas. I’ve been spending too much time planning abstractly and not enough time actually writing. Not the most productive method, I must admit.
Dave came home fairly early, despite the event starting, predictably, 40 minutes late. In case you ever wondered “What exactly is island time?”, island time involves a delay of 40 minutes at any and all events. Which is fine because everyone but me knows this and shows up 30 minutes after the posted start time. If only my parents hadn’t impressed on me the importance of promptness, this would all be easier on me, but no, I’m doomed to be the only one on time…*lol*
TGIF! I ended my work day feeling accomplished, with a comfortable amount of work in my rearview mirror. Dave wanted to go out, but I was determined to get some writing advice from Jason. So, Dave headed to town, and I reached out to Jason. As usual, he provided excellent advice on my literary pursuits. My main problem was a lack of organization, which was causing me to stall. Jason’s suggestion of using AI to plan a flow of activities to maximize my output was pure genius.
I was sitting outside, still on my Pixelbook, when Dave got home, and stayed out there until after dark. I finished making my dinner and went outside to eat my chicken sandwich. All of a sudden, I felt a furry presence on my right thigh, and to my great misfortune, it wasn’t Albus. It was a RAT!!!!! Dave said I made a rather hilarious noise, but I was less amused. He tried not to laugh too hard, but he was clearly entertained by my rat encounter, so I headed back outside, this time staying in the light of the doorway.
Saturday morning, I woke up early enough to catch a beautiful sunrise over Statia, my last in this rental cottage. After my first cup of coffee, I decided to tackle the rewriting of my posts to accommodate the modified format.
Speaking of coffee, I feel like I haven’t given everyone a coffee update in a while, and I know you’re all concerned about my caffeine intake, so here goes. For a while, I was drinking it black with a spoonful of raw sugar, but then voila! Creamer appeared at Big Rock Market. By the time I finished the bottle, it was no longer in stock, so back to black with sugar I went. Then, one day a couple of weeks ago, Dave arrived home with one of the giant bottles of creamer, and although it was French Vanilla instead of my preferred Italian Sweet Cream, it was still a welcome improvement to my morning cuppa. Before I got even a quarter of the way through the french vanilla, Dave snagged me a standard bottle of Italian Sweet Cream, which left me with a dilemma: do I finish the french vanilla or start the Italian Sweet Cream? I spent a few days sadly eyeing Italian Sweet Cream while drinking the french vanilla before I gave in and opened the new bottle. I mean, if one of them has to go bad, I’d rather it be the french vanilla…*lol* Anyway, my morning cup of coffee is close to perfect, if only the coffee options on the island were a bit bolder. But it is well worth the trade-off to live in paradise.
Midday, we headed over to the King’s Day street festival in The Bottom. We decided to call for a taxi due to limited parking being available, and when he dropped us off, we said we’d call him for pickup in an hour or so. We walked around, enjoyed the food and drinks and vibe, and then about an hour later, we called for pickup, but got no answer. For an hour and fifteen minutes, we were captive in The Bottom, trying to figure out transportation home. Finally, we saw a different taxi driver and were able to hitch a ride home with him. Lesson learned: schedule a pickup time when you get dropped off.
On Sunday morning, we ran to the market for coffee, as I had used the last of mine that morning. While in town, we hit up Island Paradise for breakfast, and I also picked up a deconstructed funfetti cupcake, which I didn’t eat until Monday, but it was really good when I did eat it. I had made plans to hit up Hideaway around 1 pm and had looped a few people in, so we ended up having a nice gathering at one of the tables under the canopy. Our party later moved to Swinging Doors for a bit, and then we eventually headed home.
And that, my friends, was my week in a nutshell! From tech troubles to rat encounters, it’s never a dull moment here on Saba. Thanks for reading, and I’ll catch you in the next post!