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.|
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.|
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.