St. Thomas USVI or Bust: 2013! – Day 11: Golden Globe.

The only one I’m interested in is the one in the sky that was clear as crystal and ended today with a sunset out of a religious fantasy: a golden crown hovering above the earth with rays of brilliance striking across the sky. The problem with St. Thomas is the impossibility of predicting the weather and thus of making plans. Granted, with me it is rather easy as, for the most part, I just want to read in the sun and go in the water. And that is just what I did. Finished another book and snorkeled around until I was as blue as the water. Sea turtle racing, blow fish chasing, sting ray hunting, hermit crab seeking, sand dollar keeping, ship wreak exploring, etc., etc. Compare that to the end of the day where I’m forced to watch Jodie Foster get an award for having half the stuff she’s been in be total crap that people associated with should be murdered over (don’t tell Hinckley) and then not shut the hell up about it or how wretched the people of Downton Abbey have it when they might have to move from a billion dollar mansion to a mere multimillion dollar one—the horror! I guess we all have things in life that we look forward to seeing; it’s just that mine breath under water. Number tally: 3 novels. Denizen of the day: The wide eyed, utterly adorable—even if they never puff up for me!—large and in charge (due to being the second most poisonous vertebrate on the planet) puffer fish!