Susan Marie Molloy

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Pool Boy, or Old Time Photographer?

We have two dogs who love to be around people in general, and they very much like to be around us. There are times they are our tiny shadows, following us here and there at our cottage.

Last week, my beau wasn’t feeling well; he was probably fighting the onset of the flu. He soaked in a tub of hot water, closing the shower curtain to not only keep in some of the heat, but also to shield himself from one of our dogs who likes to be pesty and “peep-peep-peep” while we are trying to relax.

I heard my beau laugh for a hot second, and I continued doing whatever I was doing at the time. A couple minutes later, I walked past the bathroom, and saw this:

From my angle, he looked like he was an old-time photographer taking a picture with the cloth over his head.

Now I know why my beau was laughing.

Happy Monday, and here’s to seeing the humor in the littlest things!

©Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.



Chili con Carne, Life in the Oasis, and Writing

A little bit about me, my blog, and outlook on life:

You, probably like me, have been hearing ad infinitum how blasted cold it’s been lately. And if you live in that cold weather, I feel for you. I grew up in Chicago, where wintry winds off the lake fuel the bitterly cold air temperatures. Oh, yeah, and then there was the short time when I lived about 50 miles from the Manitoba, Canada border, where it seemed winter lasts 48 weeks out of the year. So, I know cold.

It’s been cool here, too, in Florida. The air temperature actually got into the 20s*F the past couple nights. Who would’ve thought? Well, so much for escaping the Midwest’s cold winters! To warm us up, I made a large pot of homemade chili con carne, and used chunks of beef instead of ground beef, for a change of dining pace.

As we were eating, I was thinking about when I started blogging, which was about 6 years ago. How it started was when my beau suggested it. His own blogging began when he retired from his long public service career and became a real estate broker, which led to him moving into the property management business, which, after that flamed out (rather, he burned out), led him to writing about beading art and wire work. Now, his occasional blog explores and comments upon the twisted side of life in It’s a Twisted Life According to Gene.

Which brings me back to my blog. I went from one leitmotif to another, and I didn’t seem to find my comfort level. Right now, if you flip through my blog, you will only find blogs as early as 2014, and those are just book reviews. Unfortunately, I wiped out a lot of articles I wrote because, in a fit of non-confidence one day, I got rid of blogs I thought were goofy. Or stupid. Or boring.

How silly.

Yes, it took me awhile, but I found what’s comfortable for me. My blog is subtitled, “Life in the Oasis”. What it means is, that my life – my world – is rich, lush, productive, and a sanctuary, while the world outside might be a foreboding wasteland at times. Moreover, my beau – my husband – is my own oasis, where he is, and always was, the one person I could always find refuge in, comfort, and happiness when the world outside was demanding, cruel, and inhospitable.

So – life in the oasis is a place – tangible and intangible – where harmony, fertility, cheerfulness, and optimistic thinking reign.

My blog focuses on the positive aspects of life, and the things I like. I write about my mundane daily life, movie and book reviews, how my beau and I keep love flaming hot, my discoveries and adventures, our travels, tips on homemaking, and other whacky subjects. I share my poems and photographs and share your blogs that grab me. And there are a variety of topics that can’t be particularly categorized, but they make it to this blog.

Since I left my glamorous 9 to 5 job (sarcasm) this past summer, I’m working at home now doing things I love (writing, reading, creating art, homemaking, travelling, being a wife, waiting on His Lordship and Her Ladyship – our two dogs, Toby and Trixie).  My blog has gently become an oasis where I hope you will find a few minutes to stop by and discover pacific, nurturing, and hilarious topics that somehow enrich your life, as your blogs do for me.

Welcome to Life in the Oasis.
Thank you for stopping by.
Sharing is cool.
Your logical, well-thought out comments here are what I live for.

©Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.

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Dade Battlefield State Park: Outtakes and Updates

While on our trip to Bushnell, Florida to observe the annual Dade Battle reenactment, it wasn’t without a little humor and surprising observations.

Remember Kilt Man I wrote about in Dade Battlefield: Nature? As you might recall, as my beau and I sat at a picnic table and ate our lunch, we couldn’t help but hear a very loud talking man two tables over. He was regaling and bragging about his encounters and experiences with kilts. The woman to whom he was giving his monologue, kept giggling. My beau, on to Kilt Man’s bravado and time-worn faux tale of old ladies with umbrellas trying to seek a peek under his kilts (such an old, old joke) walked up to his table, and asked:

“I couldn’t help but hearing you, and as a proud Irishman, I’d like to ask you if you know what’s under an Irishman kilt.”

Kilt Man mumbled the time-worn, old punchline to the joke.

“No, sir, it’s the same thing, only bigger,” was my beau’s snappy comeback.

The day’s reenactment activities were all about authenticity and accuracy. I took this photograph, pleased with the setting. When I uploaded it onto my computer, I spotted the 19th century Seminole eating his lunch from a 21st century Styrofoam container:

A white horse hides behind some brush, but the Seminoles are even more hidden:

I walked over to gaze at some real coonskin caps:

I looked at a necklace made from a real racoon paw and one made from an alligator paw. I didn’t take photos of them, but they were interesting nonetheless.

Under one of the gazebos, a lady was playing a dulcimer with wooden spoons, while a man was playing a one-string washtub.

The back of this Seminole’s dress fascinated me. Then I saw his 19th century pistol:

We spoke to this Seminole, and we asked about his tartan cap. He told us that not only did the Seminole trade with the Spanish, English, and French, they also did business with the Scots-Irish: Therefore, tartans caps and other European commodities made their way to Seminole culture and fashion:

We spied this Seminole on horseback holding a rifle:

The afternoon was ending and getting chilly again. It was time to leave and return home.

Tomorrow: Going Home

Articles from the Dade Battlefield State Park by Susan Marie Molloy
Dade Battlefield State Park: Morning Meditation: Fan Palm
Dade Battlefield State Park: Nature
Dade Battlefield State Park: Dade’s Battle!
Dade Battlefield State Park: Up Close with the Seminoles, Soldiers, and Trappers
Dade Battlefield State Park: Outtakes and Updates
Dade Battlefield State Park: Going Home

©Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.


“Mob Haiku: The Maimed Event” (Book ‘Em, Jan O blog repost)

No better way to bring in the new year than another hilarious poem from Book ’em Jan  O.

On New Year’s Eve,

Joe’s bistro marquee broke.

Farewell, you’re done, old dang sign.

The Mob wishes all its faithful readers a very happy, prosperous, and healthy New Year.

For more atrocious Mob puns and other things, please see Do check out my new short book of ghost stories, Sepia Seepage, about eerie antique photos […]

via Mob Haiku: The Maimed Event — Book ‘Em, Jan O


Winter – A Haiku to Gently Ease into 2018

Ringing in the New Year was fun, and I got to dress up in my basic black and sparkly rhinestone dress. My beau wore his zoot suit jacket and top hat, and wouldn’t you know it, I forgot to take pictures. The cover of my poetry chapbook, Gallery Night, is of my beau wearing the same outfit a couple years ago (close enough, but no cigar this year):Returning to last night, there were hot and cold hors d’oeuvres, the tinkling of high ball glasses mixed nicely with the soft music in the background, and story-telling and laughter heightened the party’s gaiety. It wasn’t the wildest party, but it wasn’t the most boring, either.

I got up early this morning – it was more of a nap I took, really – and as I am sitting down and writing this quick blog while the tea kettle is heating up, I came across a bunch of poems I wrote either last year or the year before. Here’s one of my favorites:


The snow comes softly
Cold and wet and silently,
Lingering for months.

It reminds of a New Year’s Eve around 1975-76-77, where it actually snowed that night in Chicago, and it was slushy. And being the fashion icon I was back in those days, I went out without boots. I wore black high heel suede sandals. Imagine the slipping around I did. Imagine my wet and frozen feet.  Imagine me, young and foolish. Right?

I hope your New Year’s Eve was nice and enjoyable, no matter if you celebrated wildly, slept through it, or completely forgot about it.

Happy New Year!

©Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.