No man's island

Magnet #1233 - Key West

Ya'll know my hangups about islands. I don't like 'em.

I know, it's weird, especially given that my peoples come from islands, I live on the island of Manhattan, and the only other place I could see me living is the island of Great Britain (or whatever it's officially referred to).

But remote islands? I cannot do. Too far from help. Seriously. And if you're in trouble, where do you go?

I have to admit something here, though. In my head, Key West has always been on my list of those remote islands. Everyone always talks about how you have to drive all the way out to them, and Jimmy Buffett sings about them (doesn't he?), and for pete's sake, even Joey Potter and Pacey Witter took their sailboat all the way out there.

So with all those stories, and all those songs, and with every magnet that folks bring back for me from here, in my head, Key West was this island with a couple of coconut trees and Ernest Hemingway's house. Oh, and some cats.

But today when I opened the envelope my friend sent me with this aerial view of Key West (thank you!), I was completely shocked that it was so big!

Not even kidding.

Mind you, it doesn't mean that I'm going to ever visit, but it does give me a better idea of what I thought was no man's land!

No Joy in Key West

Magnet #1084 - Key West Joy

You know what's odd? The amount of people who think I've been to Key West.

Which is probably based on the amount of magnets that I have from Key West.

Which is probably based on the amount of friends and family that end up visiting Key West.

You know what's funny?

I've never been to Key West.

Hello, people. They're islands! I wouldn't voluntarily run down there and visit!

Won't you come blog, joy magnetism?

Magnet #750 - Mile 0, Key West

WHEW. This is what I feel like I've hit. Mile ZERO.

I know, I know, the last time I blogged was March 13, the day before we went into overdrive for Transitions Championship week. I mean, I was able to blog from a hotel lobby in the middle of Florence, Italy, more easily than I could have done from Tampa in the last couple of weeks!

No worries, I'll quickly catch up (to the real magnet tally), I just needed to catch my breath.

The funny part is how everyone left behind thinks that Tampa was some sort of a picnic, that we weren't really doing anything but watching some golf, and throwing up a couple of Transitions swirls here and there.

Actually, it's not really all that funny. Even with a dozen people on site (a dozen, FFS), we still had one chick log in about 97 hours on one week's timesheet. And she's one we took it easy on.

So yeah, I get pretty het up when I hear folks wondering out loud just what we were doing down there, when I know for a fact that Tampa was not just a walk in the sun.

Anyway, moving on...I think my sister brought back this magnet for me, because no, I haven't been to Key West. In fact, all I know about it, is that there are lots of cats at Hemingway's house there, and that Joey Potter stole a brick from the house for Dawson. As a symbol of their friendship. Or some such. (Honestly, I dunno why she even bothered to get him a darn thing, when she should have just sailed away on the True Love with Pacey, and never came home or given Dawson a second thought.)

What? I've just been away, is all. joy magnetism hasn't magically turned into a different blog in my absence. Of course, I'm yammering away about work. And Dawson's Creek.

You're just lucky I didn't mention anything about David Tennant and Doctor Who.

Yet.