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Sister Kaite and bruce on the dock

Sister Kaite and Her Truly Amazing Bruce on Their Dock from 2008

I have been waaaay too busy to get anything written on here for so long, that an apology is almost out of the question, as it does not work in this situation.

I do however, offer my apology, to any and all of you for the time away, and I hope that you will continue to read what is coming these days.

Now that the apology is out of the way, I would like to say that there are many photos to post from the missing years away from this blog.

Now this being from 2008, we are not tan because we stay inside out of this dangerous sun here in the tropics.

SisterKaite and Bruce as Santa and Mrs Claus 2011

SisterKaite and Bruce as Santa and Mrs Claus 2011

Bruce has quite a hard time with that being a California guy. He has had his days and nights filled with sun since he was born, so now we deal with it, but that is another story for soon to be written.

One of our daughters, the photographer, called us at Christmas in 2011, and said she was shooting Santa Claus and Mrs Claus at the Towne Center here on the island, and to come and help with the set-up for the photos.

All the children were so lovely, even the little ones that cried at the sight of Santa and were so scared of him. I felt so very sorry for them that they were even there.

Yes, these are our sun hats.

People from the “South” know the purpose of these hats with big brims.

Sister Kaite wearing northern hat

Sister Kaite In The North

We are so much more close to the sun here in the tropics, that a hat is almost required.

However, way too many people come down here to lavish in the sun just for a short time and they need to get some sun into their systems to take back up to the cold icy tundra type seasons that they live in.

I remember those days for myself when I was still “on the road” traveling where ever they sent me, trying to stay out of the cold.

I only managed to get in that cold business when I was living in Chicago.

Actually, I was using Chicago mainly as  a home base. We, my band,  were only off work two weeks out of the year, and we all spent it at our family’s homes just so we could see them for a while.

Sister Kaite at "The Little Bar" in Goodland FL

Sister Kaite at “The Little Bar” in Goodland FL 1990 Wearing the “Red Hat” and There is the Dancing “Palm Etta” on the Keyboard too

And, yes it is Christmas time down here when that photo was taken and we still need our hats here at Christmas.

Last year down here on our little island we had 80’s and 90’s through February. We did not get winter or even fall until March of 2013.

We traveled again this year, north to Georgia, South Carolina, North Carolina, Maryland, Virginia, West Virginia, and Ohio. We were cold at times, and I mean really cold. It got down into the 30’s a couple of nights in the different places we were, especially when we were up in the mountains.

It actually felt quite good to be cold for a change. But, never for too long in the cold for us. We could not take a whole winter now that our blood has thinned out this much.

Saint Pat's Day Royal Palm Yacht Club Gig

Saint Pat’s Day Royal Palm Yacht Club Gig

But, to experience a brisk cold once in a while is so different from ‘feels like 107 degrees” we hear on our weather reports here in the summer, that we did enjoy it.

We had on hats then too. Warm hats are something I have quite the collection of in my northern home. I used to wear those hats on stage when playing up north.

Now I wear my southern hats when playing outside down here in the South.

Did I forget to mention that I went back to the natural color of my hair?

What can I say?

I am that black Irish, brown-eyed, auburn-haired, white-Irish-skinned, Irish Kathleen colleen.

And now, I am a Southerner who lives on a sailboat on an island in the tropics….and loves every minute of it.

I have found my home.


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      Please excuse my finger on the lens…but I was just a little concerned about my flight since I had not flown in over 30 years…oh….except once in ’95 when I had to fly to Europe.  But that is an entirely different Xanax experience in itself.


    This is where it all started.  Notice the very busy action of the feet….I was just sitting anxiously in the airport waiting to board my flight trying to remain calm and I put my life in God’s capable hands as usual….then…..I noticed a lady sitting relatively close with West Virginia printed on her carry on…..I had to make mention of it and we talked. And then it was time to board.  

     My number was before hers so I got in line first.  It was not too long before I was picking out a seat on the plane.  There was a guy seated next to the window and I sat one seat over in the aisle seat because I figured….knowing me….I would be going to the ladies room, maybe even more than once….during this flight.

         Seats were narrowing down and I saw this lady I had been talking to from West Virginia board and I told her she could sit by me if she wanted.  She did and we talked and kept each other calm, as she does not care to fly either.  I found out her name was Janet and her husband was employed at WVU in Morgantown WV.

     We were talking and laughing and having fun.  Everyone around us was kind of just sitting there….or sleeping….or being dull.  I waited patiently to maybe purchase an alcoholic beverage in the form of an imported beer during the ride, which of course they did not have.  So I passed and drank what soda they gave me or water, I do not even remember now, some kind of liquid.

     By this time Janet was getting rather airsick to her stomach and she managed to not want any of the cookies I had brought on board but she ate the little cracker things they passed out….all 1 ounce of them or maybe it was 2 ounces..  It was so tiny I thought “Really! What was the point!”  But Janet seemed to need more so I gave her mine as well.  That actually got her through the trip.  She had a clear soda also to calm her stomach.

     She enjoyed looking out the window, which is something I did not plan on even thinking about doing.  The thought of it was not a good impression in my mind, but after we both got more comfortable talking and having fun, I finally looked out the window every once in awhile just to do it and get over my fear.

When the steward eventually came around to bring us drinks we were happy to get something to quench our thirst.  Then of course they came on and said that we were encountering some turbulence.  That made the attendants sit down and there were no drinks to be served to us until the ride got settled down.

     Okay now, they did not have any kind of beer that I would enjoy and now I got nothing at all.  This did not keep us from having some chuckles to calm ourselves down.  When the flight attendant did come back around with drinks, he said that we were having entirely too much fun for a 6 AM flight.  I proceeded to tell him that we were probably the most uncomfortable people on the plane and this is how we handle it.  He was impressed.  He was lucky we were not hysterical.

     It had to happen eventually and now was the time.  I saw people going to the water closets they provided on board and I now had to try them for myself.  I stood up out of my seat and walked up the aisle to the door.  Once inside I found it to be quite uncomfortably small but I managed.  When I was almost done and could figure out next how to wash my hands, the door flung wide open!!!!!!  Much to my chagrin I reached out with the one hand that I was not pulling my pants up with, and grabbed the door and pulled it shut once again.

    While the door was open however, I did manage to see that the flight attendants could not see me.  And neither could the passengers see anything but my arm flying out of the door after the door had opened and grabbed it back shut.

     While I was so very happy that no one could see me with my pants down, I was still embarrassed of course and probably blushing when I finally got back to my seat.

     There was Janet LHAO as they say in text land.  She told me she knew it was going to happen eventually because the light saying occupied never came on.  She knew that the door had not properly shut or locked or something, and was just sitting there laughing and waiting to see the event that followed concerning the door.

    I told her how happy I was that SHE WAS HAVING SUCH A GOOD TIME AT MY EXPENSE….But I really did not care and we laughed plenty more. 

     We were finally nearing our destination.  I knew we were because she had been telling me about where we were, by what the terrain looked like out the window the entire trip.  Once again I was looking out the window.

     This was getting to be rather not so bad.  Then we began to circle and descend.  This was the end of my happiness.  The landing gear came down and I always hated that but I was still doing okay because we were talking and I was distracted.  Then it happened.  The whole plane started to shake, badly.  The plane shaking was like something I had never experienced on a plane.  I thought it was going to fall apart.

     Now mind you I was not afraid.  I did not think we were going to die.  But for some reason I believed the plane was literally going to fall to pieces.  It was shaking so hard.  But it was shaking like back and forth from left to right.  At least it seemed that way to me.

     When the pilot got the plane stopped from the landing, the entire plane applauded.   I was dumbfounded by the applause but so very glad to now understand that this was something that was not normal and yet it seemed that this happened once in awhile because these people were not shaken up.  They were just rewarding the pilot with their praise for getting it done with everyone still in tact, including the plane.

     This is of course, what I told absolutely everyone I saw about for the next two days.  I just kept repeating the story.  I had to get used to it I guess.  I kissed the ground when I was on it again as you can see.

     I may never see Janet again but it was certainly a good experience for me, only because she was seated next to me on that plane.  And, I believe her to be one of God’s angels for my flight.  

     Thank you God….for Janet.

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