I’ve found the ultimate recession getaway!

October 1st, 2009

I’m never coming back to the recession world!

I fell to pieces sometime during the dark hours of April 2nd. I woke in a cold sweat, screaming that the stock exchange was falling, falling, falling and I couldn’t stop it. The reels on the NYSE boards were out of control and spinning, the numbers lower and lower as I watched. It’s time to run away, to leave, to get away from the madness. This is no longer my world, the one I loved until the first prime mortgage article hit the front pages. I scraped together enough to buy a ticket, packed my beloved gold Cross pen, my crossword dictionary, my little box of watercolors and headed for the airport. On the plane I had the best sleep in months.

Welcome to Turtle Island

This morning I am lying on an old deck chair on the beach of Turtle Island. In the distance behind me you can see the mansion, helipad and swimming pool. I haggled the price down from 6 million to 3 million and got the title deeds in my hands without putting down one penny. Aha, here comes Jenny treading carefully across the sand. She is carrying a tray with two glasses of a delicious looking pink drink with frosting around the rim of the glass and a little purple umbrella. She hands me a glass and sits down on the sand at my feet. Jenny came with the island – “meet Jenny, she will be your October Assistant,” said the agent. “You should see what we have lined up for November!”

Oh, is there a recession on somewhere?

The agent dropped by yesterday evening to find out how I was getting on, and to remind me about the 3 million (and his commission). He said something about a recession over there on the mainland and the truth is that after a month here I have forgotten all about it. It is not part of my present life and I have no intention of going anywhere near it. I have more important things to worry about.

The island delivery service

Yesterday’s helicopter mail-drop failed to arrive and that means that I missed the Wednesday NY Times crossword which in turn means that the whole week’s crossword program is shot. Everyone knows that the NY Times crosswords run in one week cycles. I am still waiting for a tube of Bumblebee Yellow that Cheap Joes art store promised to deliver. Without it I can’t move along with my watercolor of the yellow canvas deckchair with palm tree on the beach with the sea in the background.

Article writing

I feel that I need to do something to keep my head occupied and exercised in this environment. In my other life I used to sharpen my wits on things like the stock exchange and the money market. Here it’s all beach, sunshine, Jenny and drinks. I wonder if article-writing will keep my head working.

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