Sunday, December 21, 2014

Simple Solstice Sunday ~ A Dream


I ate good red meat
and I really miss being home
Those things do not mix.

A Dream - 

I’m housesitting for Kelli and Dale, but the house is different, really big, with a pool out back and beyond and steeply below that, a jungle - the pool area all open to it. The dogs are more like professionally trained dogs, guard dogs, than the sweeties they are. Someone comes to the house with a big half eaten beef roast, leftovers from the restaurant. I ask what to do with it and the person tells me Kelli usually just tosses them out back for the dogs. 

I think I want it farther, much farther, outback, but that explains the blood trails on the floor and patio. Down into the jungle I go, down down, when I see, on a sort of earthen shelf below me, a jaguar, sleeping. I’m thinking, because its coat was pretty dirty, I think that’s a jaguar. A LIVE jaguar. That is a jaguar. Movemovemovemove.

The jaguar wakes up and turns to me, not advancing, but in crouch form. I take the meat in my hand and sling it over the cat’s head and farther down into the jungle. I don’t want to look back but of course I do and he’s moving farther down to go after the meat but for a moment he stops, looks at me and growls. I’m now officially scared, the growl much much deeper than I ever imagined it could be and it was directed to me. In looking back I realize I’m walking on YEARS of roasts, piles of them and what I’m stepping on is tree limbs at the tops of trees, that’s how high the roasts go. 

I get back into the patio/kitchen area and my son and daughter are offering to clean up the blood spattered floors (Sarah; No, I’ll mop, Elijah, you go start building doors) when Kelli and Dale get home. I realize I’ve not really cleaned anything up or done laundry and they assure me it’s not a big deal (Kelli: Yeah, I heard someone might have seen a jaguar down there. Dale: Don’t worry about it, you’re okay, the dogs are okay, it’s okay).

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Moral of the dream: Next time, after a wonderful farewell dinner out with Francie, where we both ate rare roast beef for the first time in we couldn't remember how long, stay awake  until morning.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Better and Gone

After a few days of physical ugh-ness, and that's all you want to know, it is time to head in a southerly direction. Of course, the weather chooses now to warm up. A little bit.

Yesterday a car pulled up and out climbed Sue, of Culebra Sue and Tuck, in the area for their usual winter migration. Tuck didn't come along but it was a fine and happy thing to see Sue. She got the full tour of Francie's digs before we went for a wander to the lake.

Sentinel great white egret awaits us

Francie and Sue catching up

So long, pleasure maker. See you next year.

Thanks for the renewed memories into nowness, anhiga tribe member

Sue noticed the shed snake skin. 'It just means it's around here bigger.'

So long, Little Blue. I like it when you gawky out of your usual elegance.
Later in the afternoon, when I was pretty sure I was on the winning side of the creeping crud, Francie and I took one more walk to the lake. It's a tranquil place to end the daylight hours.

Fishing people have been there the last few afternoons; for two days it was a father, mother and daughter, the mother and daughter, probably late 70's and 50's respectively, were happily serious about catching some catfish. The husband/father was setting up their chairs and poles, something he'd obviously done many times before. We talked about how they filet and cook the catches over the years, he giving credit to his mother in law for teaching him how to filet a fish.

This late afternoon brought other players.

Francie saw an otter while I was throwing a stick for the dog. The dog's person said they come by now and then. I missed the now and we didn't wait for the then. 
The fishers always seem to be as tranquil as the lake. Maybe it's something in the water.

Thanks, Francie and Lake Panasoffkee, for putting up with my longer than planned bit of uggha muggha time. I'll be back, for sure.

Have a soaring sweetheart of a Saturday. Do something situationally satisfying.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Hello, Ibis!

With a bit of a stomach ailment, the trip south is being deferred for today. But we did take a brief walk down the street and a flock of ibis decided to fly over our heads for a confab up the road.

'Hey, you two, hurry up, the meeting has started.'

'Good bug territory. Wait, oh no! Two leggeds incoming!'

'Next block, turn left, turn left!'
And that is about the most excitement I'm looking for today. It's a chilly morning still at what the thermometer online says is 54 degrees (up from 42 when I got up around dawn), bed and blankets are inviting me back.

Have a tropically thermal Thursday. Do something tranquilly temperate.

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