The updates

For this post I am going to give you two updates, since many of you have been asking.

THE BACK UP Update: Yes, I did step in for my friend, Piglet at her grandmother's funeral and read out the rest of the tribute for her, when she no longer could. Although, I did not have to read out Mummay as she had already made it past that part. And thank goodness because when I took over I was so emotional (first off, seeing Piglet cry made me so & secondly, I was nervous). You could hear my voice falter as I tried so hard not to let a teardrop fall, nor get my eyes blurry. In fact, she told me last night that she was watching the video, and saw me read out the tribute, nervousness and all. Yeah, like I'm going to watch that!

CRAB CRAWL Update: Three of you got the Crab Crawl answer right.

Senior was the first to hit the nail on the head! I was told to try and avoid running over crabs because of possibility that their sharp claws could flatten your tire, if one were to run over them. And my brother, Newt pointed out that I should not have said they should be avoided 'at all costs'. Not if your car had the possibility of flipping over or runnin into oncoming traffic in an attempt to swerve out of the crab's way.

And just how big are these crabs? Well, their body is at least the size of your hand - that's big enough. Many a times I've opened my door to find a crab crawling about in the corridor, or walking about like it owns the place. Here's a shot of one I managed to get. This one is a smaller size than what normally gets run over.

I did get one response that said avoidance was necessary due to respect for life, and while I agree, I actually love to eat crabs, although I'd rather they not end up as road kill. Crabs are delicious, when cooked Indian style. There's nothing like a good coconut crab curry!!!

Unpredictable

Life can be so unpredictable that even while you're in the throes of mourning, funny moments bring much needed relief to saddened hearts, temporary as it may be. Life like that can be a good indicator of how moderation is key. Case in point, prior to the funeral, Piglet's brother had his brand new shirt burned while being ironed by an older woman, who shall remain nameless (heck I don't even know her name). Justifiably he was upset and we were all witness to his reaction, post funeral: My brand new never worn before shirt. I don't know what the heck she was doing, but she burned it. I don't even know what to say, yo!

How can you not help but chuckle...we all sure did.

Although, I can't understand why the boy could not iron his own shirt to begin with!

By the six

Cayman funerals are so exhausting, mainly because they take place during the day, under the HOT sweltering Cayman sun. I've been to two so far and I've only been here for about seven months - isn't that just sad? And of course while I generally try to avoid staying out in the hot sun, but at times like these one can't help it. How intense is the sun? Well, you can say good bye to your carefully applied make up, while you, along with everyone else, perspire like no body's business and basically feel like you're going to melt into the sand. I feel for the men though - dressed to the nines in their tuxes and suits, we women can't help but imagine what it must feel like to be layered in at least three layers of fabric in that heat.