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2 weeks ago | 
caymancompass.com | Vicki Wheaton
This week, as I struggled to get my medication into the dreaded Day/Night pill holdall, I wondered how we’d made such advances in technology, yet no one had built a better blister pack. There seem to be stages with taking meds. At first, it’s just a little bottle that you carry with you in your bag. Then you upgrade to the pill box, which has the days of the week stamped on the top of each receptacle.
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3 weeks ago | 
caymancompass.com | Vicki Wheaton
In case you didn’t know, it was the Season 29 finale of the reality show ‘The Bachelor’ on 24 March. Speaking as someone who would rather drive glass shards into her cankles than watch a moment of that programme, I boggled that it has been nearly 30 seasons of insipid singles trying to find love (and fame) in front of the camera, warts and all.
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1 month ago | 
caymancompass.com | Vicki Wheaton
It’s hard to believe, but in August my family will be celebrating 50 years in the Cayman Islands. We moved here in 1975, and fell in love with the place – as so many do. We first stayed at the old Holiday Inn (now the site of The Ritz-Carlton), and I remember the chairs in our rooms with white PVC pipe frames and lime green material.
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1 month ago | 
caymancompass.com | Vicki Wheaton
My bestie Lynne and I went to Miami last weekend. For starters, I needed some new knickers, and if I could find a couple of dresses that didn’t look like scaffolding when I wore them, so much the better. Anyone who knows me, knows I love wearing black … all the time. So whenever I don a different colour, everyone is on me like ants on a Snickers bar about it.
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1 month ago | 
caymancompass.com | Vicki Wheaton
Wednesday was the Agricultural Show, where thousands of people beat a path to Lower Valley. There were markets, crafts, performers and livestock to see, with possibly even more attendees this time around, trying to get the inside track on some reasonably priced local eggs. Who would have thought that gold bars and diamond necklaces in safety deposit boxes would be replaced by a dozen free-range browns?
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1 month ago | 
caymancompass.com | Vicki Wheaton
Earlier this week, I had the privilege of interviewing Jason Felts for his book-signing event at Next Chapter. The non-fiction account of his life (thus far), titled ‘Hollywood Virgin’, covers his days as a young teenager in Texas with dreams of working in Los Angeles; how he achieved those dreams; and the successes, sacrifices and sometimes failures along the way.
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1 month ago | 
caymancompass.com | Vicki Wheaton
I was talking to a friend of mine last week about the lyrics of some of today’s hit songs. There are no coy disguises, no double entendres … what you hear is what you get. And, if for whatever reason you aren’t interpreting what they’re putting down, you just have to witness a live performance and you’re suddenly all the wiser. I re-read the above and I wonder if my choice of subject has something to do with catching an article this week about the ‘Golden Girls’.
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2 months ago | 
caymancompass.com | Vicki Wheaton
As I pulled my pillow down over my ears to try and block out the noise of a gardener’s leaf blower on a bright, spring morning, I wondered if some inventions have actually improved our lives or were we better off before? Who was it that jumped up one day, yelled “EUREKA!” and promptly strapped a pipe onto a jet engine? I swear, if the wind is flowing in just the right direction, it sounds as though they are in our very home.
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2 months ago | 
caymancompass.com | Vicki Wheaton
Earlier this week, I saw someone selling a secondhand BBQ online. It was a high-end model with lots of knobs and shiny gauges – so beautiful that I was on the brink of messaging the owner … but then common sense kicked in. Y’see, this would not have been my first rodeo, and – after a couple of attempts in the past to become an outdoorsy cook – I have finally accepted that it is not my jam, as the young folk say. In my opinion, BBQs are like pogo sticks.
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2 months ago | 
caymancompass.com | Vicki Wheaton
They say the human body is a masterpiece; a work of art, magnificent to behold in all its splendour. Heck, painters have captured the naked form on canvas for centuries. Michelangelo and Leonardo were fans, and they knew a thing or two about beauty. That being said, would they have been as eager to pick up a brush if they’d caught me in the altogether a couple of weeks ago, as some poor (now probably traumatised) guy did?
