I was away for the last week. On Wednesday I flew to Orlando to attend a conference and do some networking. I flew on JetBlue for the first time, and have to say I was impressed with the airline. It was a direct flight from Cancun to Orlando - about 1.5 hrs in the air. The plane configuration was 2 seats on either side of the aisle, and I was lucky that nobody sat beside me. There was plenty of leg room, and the flight attendant came around with a basket loaded with various types of snacks, and we could pick what we wanted. We could even pick two if we wanted, and it was free. Nice!
On Saturday I flew to Canada. Jen picked me up in the afternoon and we went to Cracker Barrel near the Buffalo airport because I knew she would love the macaroni and cheese. That kid ate macaroni and cheese for lunch many, many days during elementary school. Cracker Barrel macaroni and cheese is delicious - the best I've ever eaten. I actually ate at Cracker Barrel in Orlando the day before, but I didn't care - I love mac and cheese too.
Later in the afternoon I booted up my laptop for the first time that day and checked all the usual sites, intending to write a blog. But I was so shocked and sad to read about Zina's dog Lora being poisoned, and this incident has been weighing on my mind ever since. Killed any desire I had to write a blog. Much as I love a lot of things about living here on Isla, I absolutely am tortured by the awful things that happen to the animals here. It makes me want to leave and never come back. Out of sight, out of mind?
But I did come back. I have my own little crew to protect as best as I can. It's a constant worry, I feel so vulnerable because there are things that are out of my control. I despair that things will ever change, and I applaud those who are working so hard to try to effect change - Delfino, Amigos del los Animales, spay and neuter clinics, and many others. It is so hard to keep plugging along against such odds, and so discouraging when cruelty continues to go unpunished. It feels like one step forward, two steps back, and it's hard not to be negative about living here.
So I'm back home, and mostly happy to be here, even though I know I will be fretting and doing everything I can to keep us all safe and healthy. It's exhausting, to be honest. But it's necessary.
So now you know why I haven't blogged lately. My heart just isn't in it right now.