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A Breath of Fresh Air

Sunday, November 28th, 2010

And not just because of the very welcome Xmas winds, either.

This morning as we walked the beach in search of hatched turtle nests, we came upon a lovely couple walking with their two dogs. The gentleman was carrying a large garbage bag  and picking up litter.

Goliath stopped to speak to their well-behaved pug mix while the woman struggled to hold back their very energetic (and large) puppy.

It’s nice to see people combining three positive activities. Exercising themselves, exercising their dogs and contributing to the beautification of our island.

I love that type of efficiency, good sense and community service.

 

Terry

Terry Chretien is the owner of Ambrosia Body Care, providing out-call massage and spa services on St. Croix. She rescues homeless dogs and cats who reside with her and become the four-legged hosts of SunDog House, a St. Croix sustainable vacation rental villa.

Name That Pothole

Wednesday, November 24th, 2010

I think I’ve heard of it before, but on a recent radio talk-show, someone mentioned mapping and naming the numerous (unbeliveably more than usual) potholes that have appeared or reappeared since the massssssive rains of late.

I’m naming two right now: the one in front of Forbes’ house in the south-bound lane will be named “Howie”, and the one on Lowry Hill Road in Tide Village will be “Stretch”, since, even though it doesn’t go across the entire road, with the pile of run-off in front of or just behind it depending on which direction you’re traveling, it makes it seem like it does.

Come on folks, give me one for the bottom of Sight….and then there’s the run-off speed bump at ManyPaws…..Cheese an’ bread, meson!!!

 

Terry

Terry Chretien is the owner of Ambrosia Body Care, providing out-call massage and spa services on St. Croix. She rescues homeless dogs and cats who reside with her and become the four-legged hosts of SunDog House, a St. Croix sustainable vacation rental villa.

The Best Idea Yet

Saturday, November 20th, 2010

For a long time, I’ve been thinking about buying an island. Since I will probably never have enough money to buy one myself, I thought having a few like-minded fellow investors might work.

Now I think, “Nah, I’m too impatient with people in general, even like-minded ones, and I don’t want to have to deal with anyone else’s trip. My trip is enough to have to deal with.”

So the great idea is this:

We sell our house and have enough money to buy the boat of our dreams outright. It will be like having our own island, and….we can move it around! We still rent the house with the big yard for the dogs, and we have no debt.

Wow! Is that a great idea, or what ?!!

 

Terry

Terry Chretien is the owner of Ambrosia Body Care, providing out-call massage and spa services on St. Croix. She rescues homeless dogs and cats who reside with her and become the four-legged hosts of SunDog House, a St. Croix sustainable vacation rental villa.

VolunTourists on St. Croix Get Discounts

Sunday, November 14th, 2010

Well before this happened, Michael was coming up with new ideas to help us continue the mission of SunDog House and to help the local non-profit organizations that we love.

Folks who decide to come to St. Croix and contribute time to assist some of our charitable causes can stay at SunDog House for a discounted rate.

VolunTourism Defined:

The conscious, seamlessly integrated combination of voluntary service to a destination and the best, traditional elements of travel — arts, culture, geography, history and recreation — in that destination.

Some of our favorite organizations and causes (largely because we know that the people involved with these organizations are 100% committed to the cause) are the St. Croix Animal Welfare Center (see above link), SEA - the St. Croix Environmental Association, St. George Village Botanical Garden, our local Christmas Bird Count Coordinator, and The Nature Conservancy.

So, folks who are interested in helping to conserve our island resources and to make St. Croix a better place for animals, can contact us. We will hook them up with the appropriate entity and they can stay with us for less!

 

Terry

Terry Chretien is the owner of Ambrosia Body Care, providing out-call massage and spa services on St. Croix. She rescues homeless dogs and cats who reside with her and become the four-legged hosts of SunDog House, a St. Croix sustainable vacation rental villa.

Recycling on St. Croix

Wednesday, November 10th, 2010

Maybe it’s because we have historically been involved in lots of environmental projects (or maybe not – who knows?), but people frequently ask us what’s going on with recycling on St. Croix.

It’s been a while since we’ve been to a meeting of the recycling association. We’ve had lots of other stuff going on. But they are still having their monthly meetings and they’ve accomplished quite a bit for a small, all-volunteer organization. For one, they’ve changed their name. That happened because St. Thomas and St. John heard about what we were doing here and wanted to be part of it. So the St. Croix Recycling Association (STXRA) became the Recycling Association of the VI (RAVI). But then STT and STJ decided to do their own thing…..Whatever!

There will soon be recycling of aluminum (beer and soda) and other metal cans (soup cans, dog food cans, etc.) at the Boys and Girls Club Property between Public Works and the Gateway gas station.

They were supposed to start in February, but the road construction project has been holding them up. We’ve been saving cans since last year. When there got to be too many, we started crushing them with a sledge hammer (good exercise). Then we started just bringing them down there anyway. Some day they’ll hopefully get recycled……

 

Terry

Terry Chretien is the owner of Ambrosia Body Care, providing out-call massage and spa services on St. Croix. She rescues homeless dogs and cats who reside with her and become the four-legged hosts of SunDog House, a St. Croix sustainable vacation rental villa.

My First Mammogram

Friday, November 5th, 2010

October is breast cancer awareness month and every year I hear about free mammograms for women without health insurance. Since Michael’s job ended in June, we are no longer covered, and since I will be 50 in a few months, and since my mother and her mother both died of breast cancer and related cancers, I thought it was about time I got a mammogram.

I read in one of our local papers that the local chapter of the American Cancer Society (ACS) was taking applications on a certain day from 9 am to 1pm. I called the number to make sure. I was told that it would be on the day after the published day during the hours of 9:30 -1:00.

On the appointed day, during the specified hours, I called again to make sure they were there. The line was busy. I called at noon. When I finally got through, I was told that they were closing for the day. When I protested saying that I had called the day before and was told they’d be there until 1pm, they asked me how long I would be and told me to hurry.

When I arrived, there was an employee in the next room on the phone tahkin’ ta she guhlfren’ an’ so (hence the busy signal when I tried to call earlier?). The woman taking the applications was rushing because she had to go pick up so-and-so (her child at school?). An older woman who came in just behind me was turned away and it wasn’t even 12:30.

Needless to say, I was more than a bit miffed. But I got my little piece of paper telling me to go to the Imaging Center to make my appointment (and my little goodie bag with a little pink ribbon and blah blah blah- why do they waste so much money on this crap and not on actual service?)

I went over to the next building to make my appointment and was scheduled for a mammogram on Friday, October 8.

Well, that was an interesting experience. First, one of my small, floppy boobs was placed on a cold platform and kneaded like a lump of dough into the correct position by the very nice female technician. I had to stand in a very strange and not very comfortable position after another part of the machine squished the poor old mammary gland into the shape of a ghost – like pancake.

The process was repeated on the other side and then I was done. It only took about 15-20 minutes including undressing and redressing.

I was told that the results would be sent to my doctor and to me the following week.

As of yesterday (almost a month later) I still had not received them.

So I called to ask where they were and was told that they had been sent out on October 20……So…..where the hell are they USPS ?

 

Terry

Terry Chretien is the owner of Ambrosia Body Care, providing out-call massage and spa services on St. Croix. She rescues homeless dogs and cats who reside with her and become the four-legged hosts of SunDog House, a St. Croix sustainable vacation rental villa.

I Could Write About the Election…..

Wednesday, November 3rd, 2010

….but there’s so much more good out there…..

Well, okay, 5 out of the 6 people I voted for got in! But then up-chucky and Racist R.R. got back in, so it’s not as happy a day as it could have been.

On an excellent note, Schooner Bay Market has large, easy to read prices on everything in the cheese case! I spent a bunch of dollars there the other evening on my way home from Princesse. Now, they just need to make sure the stuff in the “natural food” freezer have the correct labels on them.

We got salads from the salad bar for the first time since Stephanie and Wallace took over, and it really is awesome.

Great stuff and a good price for a fabulous meal.

Our massage business is doing better – a Danish couple e-mailed and reserved two couples massages on the beach during the two weeks they’ll be here. Two other couples have reserved champagne on the beach sunset massages….

We’ve also not been to the vet in a couple of weeks! The best thing, though, is I don’t have to fly up to Hartford to get my father!!

Life is getting to be manageable !!  Oh . Yeah .

 

Terry

Terry Chretien is the owner of Ambrosia Body Care, providing out-call massage and spa services on St. Croix. She rescues homeless dogs and cats who reside with her and become the four-legged hosts of SunDog House, a St. Croix sustainable vacation rental villa.

SunDogs are Winners!!

Saturday, October 30th, 2010

SunDog House mascots, Harvey R. Clapp IV and Goliath C. aka “Biggie” Chretien-Dance  took top prize in the Sugar Mill Veterinary Center’s First Annual Howl-O-Ween costume contest on Friday evening October 29, 2010.

The competition was fierce as they battled such costumed canines as Chloe  the Bumblebee, Lola the Tourist, and Tapir the Rasta dog…….but they emerged victorious in their home-made recycled Elizabethan collar-sun attire.

Throughout the year, Dr. Stacia Jung and Associates have social hours on Friday evenings, cleverly calling them “Yappy Hours”, where refreshments are served for humans and canines alike. The dogs get to romp and play safely in Solder’s Park, named after the pit-bull mix rescued and nursed back to health by the good doctor and her team, slurping plenty of chilled water as their people sip shiraz and malbec and chardonney.

Since I usually work until 6pm on Friday, we don’t generally get to attend Yappy Hour. This month, however, my Friday afternoon client is in the states, so it all worked out.

And what a great time!

It was so nice to be around so many dog-loving, wine-drinking comrades. All of the dogs were extremely well-behaved, and even though this was 11 month-old Harvey’s first time in such a setting (AND in costume), he shone like the star he was meant to be. I am so proud of our newest little boy!

Goliath, of course, is an old hand at costumes and winning and such, so it was (yawn) just another day at work for him.

We must put our paws together and applaud the great work of the folks at Sugar Mill and, of course the Sunshine Foundation.

pictures soon come…….

 

Terry

Terry Chretien is the owner of Ambrosia Body Care, providing out-call massage and spa services on St. Croix. She rescues homeless dogs and cats who reside with her and become the four-legged hosts of SunDog House, a St. Croix sustainable vacation rental villa.

The Beastie and the Black Thing

Thursday, October 28th, 2010

We call Fiona and Harvey these other names when speaking about them rather than to them. It’s sort of code, you know like spelling something instead of saying the actual word.

Harvey has recovered completely from his broken femur and is now an accomplished swimmer. Fiona is the kitten that I found in the Christiansted National Historic Site as the outer bands of the tropical storm of her name brought heavy showers to the area during the height of hurricane season.

This week I finally broke down and let them get to know each other.

We’ve had Fiona for almost 2 months and I’ve really been putting it off because letting the children play together creates a couple of  potential problems.

Harvey is now a medium-sized puppy and Fiona is still a small kitten. They are both VERY rambunctious, but the size difference makes Fiona quite a bit more vulnerable. Already a couple of times this morning, she has screeched and limped away from him. But sometimes she overreacts, like when she screams as I am taking her back to her room for a nap or for the night. The kitten who cried wolf, you  might call her.

Another potential problem is that we don’t want the kitten to get too friendly with dogs. Some of the other ones would kill her in a skinny minute.

Right now Fiona lives at SunDog House in the Shade Suite. But when we have guests, she will have to move to Hairy House with us.

That will create a real challenge. There are no suites there – just a few small rooms and one bathroom. The dogs are allowed free run of the kitchen and living room and they sleep in the bedroom with us at night. We will have to figure out a way to contain her so she doesn’t get hurt.

After she’s spayed, we will probably let her out into the natural world. OK (aka Big Mouth), our only other remaining cat doesn’t really like her, so I don’t think we’ll be able to count on him to show her the ropes. I guess I’ll bring her around on a harness and leash for a while first to acquaint her with the bad dog areas and the fences which will keep her safe.

I’ll see how she reacts to the bad dogs before letting her play outside by herself for sure. In the meantime, I’m looking for ideas and suggestions.

My Three Favorite G Spots

Tuesday, October 26th, 2010

Last week was the first week in a looong time, that we actually took in more dollars than we paid out in vet bills. (Hooray!)

So we treated ourselves to dinner out a couple of times.

We went to the Galleon early in the week and had a fabulous light meal of lobster bisque, appetizers of mussels and spinach artichoke and lobster dip, a wonderful and affordable bottle of French wine, and dessert of chocolate fondant with cappuccino, all for under $100 (not including gratuity).

We almost left before we began though, since we had originally wanted to sit in the lounge but there was a stinky cigar smoker in there. Lesley, however found us a very nice table overlooking the dining room which was not affected by the stench, and she proceeded to educate us about this lovely new wine she had just brought in.

The bisque was delicious – a more classic French style than we usually have there, rich and earthy (or maybe the word would be “oceany”). We’ve always loved the creamy, chunky version, but this one went really well with the wine. Mmmm…

The mussels were also fabulous in a buttery white wine sauce (we had it without the pancetta), and the dip was nice and thick with spinach.

The couple at the table next to ours, however, was dining with plastic utensils. When we asked the server about that, she said that every once in a while they get a table that asks for plastic utensils, but she did not know why. We just couldn’t figure out why anyone would go to an exquisite restaurant like the Galleon and do that…..?

Friday evening we went to Galangal. They had just re-opened after vacation the night before. And….they had my favorite, the fragrant steamed fish in banana leaf. We started with the papaya salad. Our server understood Michael to have ordered the thai grilled beef salad – I thought it had some sort of cool new mushroom until Michael ate a bit of cow – but she quickly remedied the situation and we enjoyed the crunchy/spicy vegetarian delight. Michael had the fresh mahi over green beans with coconut lime broth and mashed butternut squash. Yum!

We enjoyed a bottle of El Portillo Pinot Noir with our meal, and our conversation consisted mostly of me going ” Mmmmmm, (sigh….)”.

We sat on the side of the restaurant without the booths, and this was interesting because we were sort of in the middle of a lot of other diners. Some of them noticed Goliath and spoke to us about their dogs, and most of them ordered malbecs. It was fun to be among other dog-loving wine drinkers.

So there are two of my favorite G spots (Goliath doesn’t count-he’s not a spot). I’ll leave the third one to the imagination……

Torn Between Two Loves

Saturday, October 23rd, 2010

Ever since I was small I have loved animals probably more than the average person. We always had at least one dog or cat. I would have had more if it were up to me.

Growing up with many wooded acres in my backyard also  instilled in me a great respect for the natural world, its complex ecosystems and flora and fauna.

This is why I am torn.

In the 20+ years that I have visited and lived in the Caribbean, I have learned much about the plight of homeless dogs and cats who, because of the excuse of  “local culture” are not spayed or neutered. They are often left to “let nature take it’s course”, so overpopulation and subsequent suffering from disease, starvation, and being hit by cars is a problem in the islands.

In the five years we have been volunteering to walk the beaches day and night with sea turtle research teams, we have learned much about the endangered species who have nested on our beaches for millions of years.

Unfortunately, the natural species are often predated upon by the domestic ones. We have seen many sea turtle nests dug up by dogs and cats. Mongooses dig them up as well, and are by far the worst predators on the beaches we patrol. But cats have started coming out to one of our beaches more frequently of late.

And at Sandy Point National Wildlife Refuge, dogs and cats are a big problem.

So trapping programs have been instituted.

This turtle season alone, around 40 dogs have been trapped at Sandy Point. Last year, on our beach around 24 mongooses were trapped.

Most of the time, the dogs and cats are killed. The mongooses always are.

It’s an uncomfortable compromise. And it’s not even a solution to the problem. I wish we could think of a better alternative…..

Store Wars

Wednesday, October 20th, 2010

A new gourmet grocery store has opened out east. Competition for Schooner Bay Market, which has been under new ownership for a few months.

The east end store is beautiful, but whenever I go in there and pick up an item on the shelf, there is no price tag on it. That really bugs me. I won’t buy something if it doesn’t have a price tag on it or if there’s no price tag on the shelf.

I just will not buy it. No matter how badly I need it.

I used to own and manage an organic grocery store. It was run by two adults, with the help of two kids around the age of ten. Everything was always priced. It just shows me laziness on the part of the owner, or manager or employees when they don’t care about communicating the price of their goods.

Especially since another problem at this new place is the help. Many people we’ve spoken to go in there to place a deli order and there’s no one there to take their order.

Oh well, you can have the most beautiful store in the world, but if you can’t sell anything because no one is helping the customers, you’re not going to make it.

I’ve actually left empty handed on more than a couple of occasions and gone down to Ziggy’s where they are all about customer service, and they have all the basic necessities.

I’m sure when all the snow birds are back, they’ll be very busy. Another reason for us not to go there……

Three Long Volunteer Turtle Patrol Hours

Friday, October 8th, 2010

Michael is at a two day conference. Goliath  and I left home at around 7:30 this morning to go to Chenay. The gut is flowing into the bay between the resort and the reserve beach, and I didn’t want to try to ford the river with just my little croc sandals on (besides, I might have lost the “big dog”!). In the past, the sand has been soft and deep and can suck up shoes and other small things.

I decided to drive to the main entrance of the Southgate Coastal Reserve, knowing that I might not be able to get through from there either.

Yup, it was a lake. I tried to walk through, but the puddle/ponds were too deep and wide, so I went home to get diving booties and a walking stick so I wouldn’t slip and fall. This time I left “Biggie” home.

Saw a lesser yellowlegs, two black necked stilts (and a partridge in a …..) trudging through the puddle/ponds on my way back into the main camping area. Then, a couple of black bellied plovers on the beach as I walked west.

As I expected (Michael poo-pooed my concerns earlier in the morning) there were about a million activities over the last few days. Our night patrol on Sunday was too early and we knew it, but went on a slow night because of convenience. Not a complete waste of time though, since the one green turtle we encountered had flipper tags, so we could ID her, but we got no nesting activity that night. Besides the weather did not cooperate for patrols on the expected active nights.

And there had been no day patrols in days, again because of the horrendous weather.

Oh, back to the actual patrol today, I had 3 track only, 2 definite dry runs, one probable lay and 4 possible lays. I had to change the GPS batteries at one point, too. At least I didn’t get rained on.

On the way back I saw two ospreys and a hawk, and some white crowned or scaly naped pigeons. When I arrived, exhausted and dehydrated back at the main campground, there were 3 adorable tiny little sandpipers and a stilt sandpiper in the puddle/ponds.

Will work on ID-ing those birds. One of the tiny ones was hopping on one leg (I thought the other one was missing at first).

Got back home around 10:45.

Time for a nap. Actually, I think I’ll henna my hair……

Welcome to My World

Friday, October 1st, 2010

Those of you who still read this blog must have felt my disdain of certain entities – The VI Government, the Corporate sector (insurance and mortgage companies), and our local Utility.

Other things that bug the crap out of me are “friends” who are always looking for something from us. People who we’ve known for years, who are also in business and who we would definitely recommend to other people, no strings attached (like how we used to do restaurant reviews, etc), but they are looking for kickbacks.

(sigh) so I have trouble trusting people…..

Like a certain small company who really could use our services to improve her product, but wants to know what’s in it for her if she gets us business. There aren’t too many couples massage specialists here on St. Croix, you know. So going with Ambrosia Body Care, at our very reasonable prices is a win-win situation. Basically, what I have to say is “never mind”. And if someone asks me who to call for her type of service I’ll have to think twice about recommending her product.

See, when she has a gig, it costs the client thousands. We get maybe a couple hundred for most of our gigs. Not a lot of wiggle room for us. We actually work for every penny we get.

On a lighter note, this is what life is like as I approach 50.

And that’s the truth!

 

Terry

Terry Chretien is the owner of Ambrosia Body Care, providing out-call massage and spa services on St. Croix. She rescues homeless dogs and cats who reside with her and become the four-legged hosts of SunDog House, a St. Croix sustainable vacation rental villa.

And Then, There’s WAPA

Saturday, September 25th, 2010

Since we have two properties that we pay bills on, we try to conserve wherever possible so the bills won’t be so high. The one we can control to a certain extent is the electric (WAPA) bill.

At SunDog House, for much of the last year or two, the WAPA bill has been in the negative numbers. With the photovoltaic system, we frequently produce more electricity than we use.

The problem comes when the guy(s) who read the meter either don’t read them, or they read them incorrectly. We are then billed for something we haven’t used.

This bugs the crap out of me since I work really hard to control my usage and spending in order to balance our precarious budget.

Last month, the meter reader didn’t read our meter because the bush was too high and he didn’t want to walk down the little path to the meter. So we received an estimated bill. According to WAPA, when they send out estimated bills, they base the estimation on the average of the previous three months usage.

Not in our case, though. Because in our case, the bills are usually in the negative numbers.

Unfortunately for us, sometime last year, twice in a row, the meter readers read our meter incorrectly and added about 1000kw of usage. So Michael had to call and after much frustration the situation was rectified.

Anyway, what WAPA does for us, is this: since the lazy-ass meter reader didn’t go down the little path, our estimated bill was estimated from  back  when we had a gazillion dollar electric bill last year.

Is there any wonder that I’m going off the deep end?

Anty Bodies in My Cocoa

Friday, September 10th, 2010

After breakfast, I sometimes want a little bite of something sweet, but since it was a bit chilly this morning, I had a cup of Dean’s Beans organic hot chocolate.

I mixed some of the powder with some organic decaf French vanilla concentrate that Michael’s been making with an old cold water coffee processor that I’ve had for years.

I nuked it and put a little cream in it and voila, there were ants floating in it!

So I used a spoon and my fingers to remove the little carcasses. I missed one, though and had to remove it from my lip. Anyway, the mocha cocoa tastes great and I’m not going to let it go to waste.

Aren’t anty bodies supposed to be good for you?

National Parks Castle Nugent Farm Study

Friday, September 3rd, 2010

Dear Friends and Family,

The National Park Service has come up with a final draft of the Castle Nugent Farm Study. (YAY!)

The Castle Nugent Farm Study can be seen on line at http://parkplanning.nps.gov/. You can down load and read the whole thing (long and painstaking), or you can skim through and read the summary like I did. On page 7, it gives the three alternatives for Castle Nugent and on page 8, “the most effective and efficient alternative”, alternative B, which we agree with. Hopefully, this will rid us of any threat of development of a mega resort/golf course/casino in the Great Pond area.

Please take a moment to make a comment about the final draft. This is what I said:

It’s great to see that the Castle Nugent study has reached this point. I wholeheartedly agree with the study’s finding that Alternative B
is the best one for St Croix as well as the National Park Service.

Please pass this info on to as many friends as you can!
Thanks, so much.

Preparation H

Monday, August 30th, 2010

Needs no prescription. But maybe it should.

As we’ve said in blogs of the past, we have hurricane preparedness down to a science.

It’s like fire drills in school. Repetition, repetition, and……. what was that other thing?

This year took a little longer because the cables that hold the corners of the roof on needed work. Also the hurricane shutters for the west side of the house which we ordered LAST year, are being finished just now. Thanks, Mr. Busy Carpenter Dude.

We spent all day yesterday getting ready, since the carpenter dude came 4 hours later than he said he would to cut the existing shutters to the right size. We ate dinner at 9pm.

Now, today, we hear former Senator Redfield on the radio, taking calls from people who haven’t prepared.

Local doctors need to start prescribing smart pills. Calling them “Preparation H” probably wouldn’t help, though.

Maybe it would, since doing this CAN be a pain in the butt……

A Particular Kind of “Crazy”

Sunday, August 22nd, 2010

Occasionally since early June, we have, in our “east end” travels, come upon a “suspicious-character” type guy. The first time we met him, he had driven onto our turtle patrol beach. We asked him not to do that, since there had been turtle activities right where he had driven.

He told us that he was “exempt from that”, and asked, “Oh is it the 10th already?” Later on, after he was told in no uncertain terms that he was not to drive on the beach again, he shouted to us that he had very little patience with “tree huggers” and added that we should go hug trees somewhere else.

We have come across him again and again since then, as have other friends and island family members. The guy is a con artist who makes his way from establishment to respectable establishment trying to con nice people out of whatever he can.

Last night as we were heading to a favorite restaurant, we saw him lying on the side of the road surrounded by cars, trucks and a police car. Apparently someone had beaten him up and thrown him out of a vehicle.

Vigilantes to the rescue!

Anyway, we were speaking to a friend after dinner who said that this guy was “not the kind of crazy we like here”.

I found that very profound and ever so true.

“We’re all here because we’re not all there” is one of our favorite sayings about those of us who have chosen to live on this amazingly diverse and wonderful island.

So we’re all a little off-kilter, but we support those around us who are a bit strange, but not out to rip any of us off.

We welcome odd characters – they make life interesting and entertaining.

But we take care of each other-so don’t come here if you can’t play nice.

Day AND Night Turtle Patrols

Friday, August 20th, 2010

….are taking a lot out of me. I’m getting too old to run two businesses, two houses with yards, take care of ten dogs, a cat, a husband and myself in addition to doing 12-20 hours of turtle work! But someone’s gotta do it.  We really need to win the lottery soon so we can hire some help…..

During Sunday night’s patrol, we had 3 turtles come up, two of which laid eggs. No flipper tags on any of them, so we are naming them by their markings, size or behavior since we are not able to tag as yet. One has a deep notch in her left rear scute (Notch girl), another has an inverted “v” shape at her tail scute (Miss V) and one is small, very inexperienced, and we think has dug a series of pits at the surf line under the steep berm between stakes 25 and 35 (Grenade girl).

We went again on Monday night because last week-end there were 17 activities between Friday and Sunday, so we wanted to see what else would happen. We borrowed a PIT scanner from TNC because we were told that one season a while back one of the interns couldn’t flipper tag, so she only PIT tagged the turtles she had contact with. We had at least one turtle come up (we call her “Double Wide”) because she’s really wide – she’s fast too, and almost bowled Michael over and down the berm.

Anyway, on our first pass down the beach, we saw an activity that we weren’t sure about. It could have been a lay, but it was dark, so we decided to finish the pass to the end and see if she had come up farther down and laid. We saw a truck idling in the west campground area, walked down to the breakwater, and sat until it was time to head back. When we got to where we saw the truck, the guys were on the beach fishing. We spoke to them and they said that they had just seen a big turtle try to come up out of the surf, but she got spooked by them and went back into the sea. They thought they should pack up and let her come back to “do her thing” – very nice and very commendable (besides, there was lightning all around), so they reeled in their lines and left.

We made a note of the turtle activity that we had seen earlier and went back to our beginning point, sat until it was time to patrol again and headed west once more. This time, when we came upon the area of that activity, we saw a turtle coming up from Grenade girl’s area 10-15m past stake 32. We stopped and watched her laboriously climb up the berm. She started to body pit and after a few minutes we saw another shape in the surf where she had just come up (was it her or another turtle?) It was her, she had fallen down the berm. So she struggled up again and started to body pit. After about an hour, she started to dig. Finally, around 11, she hit roots and started to leave. Michael got close enough to try to scan for a PIT tag, but she bolted down the berm like a bat out of hell. He has a pretty good bump on his leg as a reminder of her.

By then we were exhausted and went home. Tuesday morning’s patrol showed that she came back up to that same spot and possibly laid.

Vacationing at Hairy House or The Hairy House Vacation Diet

Wednesday, August 11th, 2010

This week, SunDog House is occupied by the family expecting a baby on August 9, 2010.

They arrived on Friday August 6 and we moved into the house that we pay rent on across the street, which we call Hairy House because 7 of the dogs live there, and they are allowed free reign inside and out through the always open front door. It’s really full of dog bodies, dog smells and dog fur.

Hairy House has no ceiling fans , the windows are royal blue louvers, and the stuffy little kitchen faces west. In other words, if the weather is sunny and still, it is HOT. Especially in the afternoon when the sun beats down on the west side. The long, narrow “living/dining area” also has a large blue-louvered window facing west. I perspire just thinking about it.

And, of course, there’s no nice pool to cool off in. Fortunately, some of our days have been breezy and pleasant. Only a few still humid ones. So. We have breakfast at Hairy House in the morning, usually are too busy to have lunch, then we eat dinner out. We have both noticed our middles shrinking.

Instant and unexpected diet!

We were not sure how long the family would be staying, but as luck would have it, the baby showed up a day early, so it looks like they’ll only be here until Friday.  Cute little boy. 8 lbs. 3 oz. and lots of hair.

Hey, maybe he should stay at Hairy House   ;-)

Where’s My Rebate?

Monday, August 2nd, 2010

I started writing this at the end of June, then other issues caused me to stray from the draft of this post.

Anyway the VI Energy Office has been advertising on the radio that they will give up to $5000 to people buying a new energy efficient vehicle. Wow! That’s a chunk of change!

They have been giving rebates on appliances, even televisions for quite a while, so when we needed a washing machine for SunDog House, we chose one with a good energy star rating and were promised a $200 rebate. Cool!

We went out to Frederiksted with the paperwork to apply for the rebate and were told that we’d receive our check in “10-12 weeks”. This was February 19.

However, since I have lived here 16 years, I knew I needed to make sure that would happen. So I kept a copy of the application with the name, phone number  and extension of the woman in charge, in case the time went by and we didn’t get the money. I put it in a prominent place so it wouldn’t get lost in the black hole.

After 12 weeks (the end of May), we still hadn’t received our rebate. So I called.

“Oh, the checks have been delayed, the next batch will go out at the beginning of June,” said the nice lady. She took a few minutes to look up may application and found that it had been approved.

So we waited, and at the end of June I called back. The nice lady was apologetic and said that she didn’t know when we’d get our check but she’d look into it and get back to me.

Riiiight…..

I’d probably still be waiting for her call if I hadn’t called back. By this time I was pretty irate. I did let her know that I would be contacting the inspector general of the federal DOE to let him/her know that the VI Energy office was spending money to advertise rebates, but then taking an inordinate amount of time to send them out.

She said the next batch would go out at the beginning of July.

We finally got ours then. But I still contacted the inspector general of the federal DOE through their website.

Oui Oui, Jaccar!

Wednesday, July 28th, 2010

Another “Mom and Pop” business has opened on St. Croix, and this is one we really have to share the news about.

Jaccar Organic and Natural Sorbets is located in Gallows Bay where Peter Stewart’s office used to be. For those who don’t know Peter,  it’s in the same building as SEA and Anything Goes, but on the opposite side, the east side of the Arawak Building. They have a few little cafe tables set up outside and it’s usually a nice breezy place to chill on a humid tropical summer day.

Jacky and Carol are making delicious frozen and non-frozen sweet goodies using local fruits and organic ingredients (read: good for you sweets and treats)!

They are certainly a godsend to us, since we have a place to bring dozens of our (still falling) large and small mangoes.

They have delicious flavors of sorbet and frozen fruit pops; organic candies like gummy bears;  home-made walnut, chocolate chip and lime meltaway butter cookies, unsulfured organic dried fruits, local noni juice and more.

My favorite thing about them is they are consistent in their commitment to health by being good to our planet earth. Their packaging is biodegradable, even the “plastic” spoons and containers are really ones made from corn starch.

We need more small, personal locally owned and run businesses like theirs.

Call them at 340-719-6999 or e-mail jaccarsorbets9@aol.com. Better yet, stop in, say “Hi” and tell them you read about them on our blog! They’re open Tuesday through Saturday 10 – 5:00.

The Turtles Are Back!

Tuesday, July 20th, 2010

For the past few weeks we have been walking the beach in search of sea turtle activities. Yes, they are back.

This year, we have had over 30 leatherback activities on the beach where we do day patrols. An “activity” may be just a track left by a turtle coming up on the beach during the night to look for a nesting area, or it may be an attempted nesting, or an actual laying of eggs.

Sometimes when a female makes her way onto the beach, she is frightened away by something  before she has a chance to even begin the process of moving sand. Sometimes she actually finds a place that seems appropriate but the sand caves in or she hits tree roots and hasto start over again. It’s a tedious process, fraught with challengers, danger and uncertainty, but we are fortunate that they are determined to get the job of passing on their DNA to future generations done.

We have a special permit to work with the endangered species, the Leatherback turtle, the Green turtle and the Hawksbill turtle.

So far this year we have excavated six or seven leatherback nests and one hawksbill nest.

This is how it works. For months, beginning in April or May, volunteers walk along a beach in the mornings. When we notice a track in the sand made by a sea turtle, we decide whether the track led to a successful nesting activity, which we call a “probable lay”. If we think the turtle was able to complete the nesting process, we determine where we think the nest is in the sand. This takes some practice because we don’t dig into the sand at this point. We have a gps, which we place on the approximate spot, and we use a long metric measuring tape to triangulate the point between two numbered stakes near the vegetation line on the beach. We record the gps coordinates, the distance between two stakes, the vegetation line and the high water mark,  and any other interesting observations, such as whether the nest is likely to be washed away because it’s too close to the water, or if there is a risk of predation by mongoose in the area, or if it might be affected by light pollution from nearby houses or hotels…..We also leave a numbered tag on a tree or bush behind the nest are to help us remember where the nest is when it comes time for the eggs to hatch.

We walk the entire beach checking for these activities. Some tracks left in the sand do not lead to actual nests, as I’ve mentioned above.  We call other types of activities either a “dry run” where a nest may have attempted but was interrupted, or a “track only”, where the turtle just came up onto the beach and left without doing anything.

Between 45 and 60 days later, we look in the sand in the marked areas for tiny turtle hatchling tracks coming from a depression in the sand. Sometimes the tracks are obliterated by rain or wind, and we just find a depression in the sand. Sometimes we find a disoriented hatchling or one that was caught by a bird and dropped. Any of these things tell us that a nest has probably recently hatched and we need to dig somewhere in the vicinity.

We look back at our recorded data and start digging where we think the nest is. Michael is the digger and I record the findings on another data sheet. Sometimes we find live hatchlings which we release into the water at an appropriate time, and sometimes we just find hatched shells and under developed eggs which never hatched. The number of hatched shells we count tells us how many baby turtles made it out of the nest, and hopefully into the sea.

The leatherback nests we’ve excavated this year have had between 30 and 55 hatched shells in each, and the hawksbill had 92.

Check out the great pictures on this website if you haven’t already clicked on the last link above. Michael and I saw our first actual turtle nest hatch when we were on our honeymoon trip in Lauderdale-by-the-Sea, in Broward County, Florida, where many of these pictures were taken.

More Spiritual Stuff

Friday, July 16th, 2010

This is deep. Yeah, it gets me pretty choked up.

A couple of weeks ago, we got a call from someone interested in renting SunDog House for a while. The young woman who called lives on St. Croix, has been here for a couple of months and she is due to give birth at the beginning of August.

Her mother wants to be here a short time before and after the birth of the baby. She would be coming over from St. Thomas and staying here with a friend. The girl’s father would also come at some point and stay here.

We were excited that we would be getting some local guests, people who understand island living and don’t have some of the ridiculous expectations that some statesiders have. She said she’d speak to her mother and get back to us.

She called back a few days ago wanting to come and see the house and bring a deposit for a week-long stay. It’ll probably be a longer stay, but we’ll start with a week. We’re flexible.

She and her fiance came over on Wednesday. They met Goliath and Mini (we kept Ruby and Harvey out back because they can be a little rambunctious and I didn’t want a pregnant woman being tripped by the two of them playing rough around her), and got the tour of the property.

They thought it would work, so we printed out a rental agreement, etc. and they went on their way.

The following day,  she called back and spoke to Michael on the phone. I could tell who it was and I cringed thinking that they had changed their minds and wanted to cancel. Michael told her he’d speak to me and we’d call her right back.
What he needed to speak to me about was the fact that they sort-of forgot to tell us that they wanted to have a home-birth, and would it be okay if they had their baby at SunDog House?

Yeah, I’ve got goosebumps again, and I’m getting all verklempt.

Someone wants to have a baby at our house.

This is Big Juju.

This Is Sacred to Me

Saturday, July 10th, 2010

bees1 The VI Honey Man came this morning to remove a large nest of bees from our “bush” property.

Bees had been living in an old metal barbecue grill just on the other side of the fence from the house we rent across the street from SunDog House. I was afraid that if we moved the puppy, Harvey over there, he would, in his playful puppiness disturb the bees and get badly hurt if they attacked him.

So we called the Honey Man.

Michael spent part of yesterday opening the chain-link fence (and fixing it so it could be closed up again) so the bee expert could easily access the nest.

bees2 I am absolutely in awe of what this man does. Bees are such an integral part of life on Earth, and he is so skilled and knowledgeable about how to live in harmony with them, that I get very emotional just thinking about it. I feel that he’s a High Priest, deserving of the utmost respect and admiration. He is a second generation beekeeper, and his 9-year-old son is following in his footsteps.

bees3 There were thousands of bees in this nest. They had been there for many years, and they were just getting ready to send out a bunch of new queens. The Honey Man said we called him just in time.

I had a few errands to do this morning, but he was still here when I returned, and I couldn’t stop watching him. He was just outside of the window of what we now call “Hairy House” because the dogs usually have free reign inside and out. For this occasion, however, we moved them all back to SunDog House.  Michael and I watched from inside to avoid getting stung.

bees4 The Honey Man painstakingly sorted through the buzzing swarm, cutting pieces of honeycomb and scooping bees out of his way, working with a small smoker to calm them when necessary.

He will come back either tomorrow evening or Monday evening to move the bees that return to the wooden hive he used to replace the metal one that they’d been using. Until he’s finished with this task, we will stay with the dogs at SunDog House.

Yoga By The Pool At SunDog House

Wednesday, July 7th, 2010

As often as possible, before the sun gets high in the sky and before we have breakfast, we enjoy approximately 30 minutes of calming yoga. I love to stretch all of my muscles and quiet my mind before facing the day. It has been a tremendous help in minimizing the effects of the hormonal fluctuations of menopause. I’m still frequently moody and spacey, but not nearly as bitchy as I was just a few months ago before we started our regular yoga sessions, which is not to say I’m not bitchy. It’s just not as bad.

Some days, like today, the birds are very active. We can hear at least a dozen different calls. There are the musical songs of the pearly-eyed thrashers, the king birds, the mockingbirds and the zenaida doves; the urgent cries of the kestrels, the killdeer and the least terns; the raucous caws of the night herons, green herons, little blue herons, the great egrets, the cattle egrets and the guinea fowl; and the chirps and buzzes of the sparrows and bananquits. There are often rooster and peacock crows carried by the wind.

Hearing all this makes me incredibly grateful to live where we do. I love the lack of  the artificial hustle and bustle of cars and people. In its place we have the natural sounds of the real world. The world that was here before us and continues  to provide for the myriad creatures who do their part every day to keep their species’  thriving.

They work really hard. Every day.

They inspire my respect and admiration. And they deserve it.

Okay, Here’s One, But It Might Just Be The Last

Thursday, July 1st, 2010

Restaurant reviews. I used to love doing them. I thought it was good for the restaurants and St. Croix in general. But I’ve stopped doing them for a few reasons.

Firstly, we haven’t been going anywhere new (we haven’t been going out much period).

Secondly, I had this bizarre thought that if we supported places, they would in turn support us. Well, I was way wrong.  So I stopped writing restaurant reviews.  All we ever got in the way of support were  a few “atta boys”.

Even if the restaurant owners or manager themselves don’t like to get massages, maybe they could buy gift certificates for family members, or staff birthdays or tokens of appreciation…….I mean, if we have to deliver a GC to your restaurant, we might stay for a snack, drink or even a meal…..

Lastly, I get bored with writing all the little particular details about everything these days. “The Change”, you know.

Anyway, the other night we had sushi at Angry Nate’s.

The sushi was okay, but the service was fantastic. Possibly the best service we had ever had anywhere, ever.

I could go on about the details, but I’d bore myself to death, so I’ll cut to the chase.

The wahoo sashimi was right off the boat, tender and fabulous. The mahi sashimi was tough and gristly. The nigiri was perfect. And the rolls were good except for the fact that there was too much rice. Way too much.

Presentation was lovely.

We had the spider roll – love the tempura soft shell crab -  I had to remove much of the rice from the outside though,  so that I could get it into my mouth and feel that wonderful subtle crunchiness that makes it my favorite.

The bagel roll (we hadn’t tried one of those anywhere before) was also good, but excessively ricey.

If there were less rice, we wouldn’t fill up so quickly and we’d order more food, bringing our bill up.

The price was certainly right. We had all that plus two carafes of sake and the bill still came to under $50.

So there. Give Angry Nate’s a visit for sushi on Sunday or Monday night when Dashi is closed. Just ask for less rice in the rolls.

NOT Voted Best Massage Therapists in the VI For ___ Years in A Row!

Tuesday, June 29th, 2010

“Why not?” You might ask.

Well, let me tell you. It’s largely because we don’t buy up all of the newspapers and fill them out ourselves or give them to our clients /friends and family members to do the same.

A couple of years ago, I actually bought one of the papers with the ballot inside and muddled through all the categories and sub-categories and other crap, but it felt like such a waste of time, that I just gave up.

We probably get a few votes from our good clients who take the time to go through the maze, but most of our clients are busy, active people doing much to support the community. They don’t have time  or the patience for games like that.

And neither do we.

Island Lizards

Thursday, June 24th, 2010

Our lizards amaze me. There are just so many of them.

And with all the mosquitoes, because of all the rain, deh gettin’ faht noh, meh son! I tellin’ yoh!

But we love them!

The poor creatures, though…..

They are eaten by just about anything bigger than them. They somehow manage to flourish.

On many an occasion, we have seen a kestrel or a pearly-eyed thrasher carrying a lizard back to a nest to feed its young.

Our cats eat them, our dogs eat them, and we have heard that other reptiles and amphibians eat them as well.

An educated friend  had a college professor refer to small reptiles like them as “ecological popcorn”. They’re a fun and convenient snack for just about everyone. (And Mother Nature doesn’t even have an advertising budget!)

Yet they continue to survive.

Last year we had one hanging around our “dining table”.  At first we called her “Lizzie”, but then we remembered the promise we had made to Michael’s boss and renamed her “Harvey”.

She’d always be around the table either keeping mosquitoes away from our ankles, or ants away from our food. After a while, she became so brave that she’d jump on a hand or an arm if she saw something she wanted. We started catching bugs for her and feeding her bits of what we were eating. We even set a little plate out for her.

We lost track of her, though, when we started preparing SunDog House. We went on vacation to my favorite BVI, and when we returned she was gone. We had a bit of “empty nest syndrome”. We worried, we lamented, but then we got busy.

We hope that her offspring will continue to evade the predators and keep dengue away.