Dear Mishka,
this is one of my harder blogs to type, not content but the hands shake terrible these days. Makes me want to scream sometimes. Luckily it does not interfere with putting on a dive mask and flippers.
Now first I should say, these next few will be scattered as I have been lazy and only taking notes on what would be a good blog.
Matthew and I ventured farther out on our own than we did before. I think I got nervous before he did. But seeing the fish was lovely. I dove for a sand dollar but it was so fragile it crumbled in my hands. Somment on the eceonomy? Nah, just beautiful diving with my husband.
And I received my second jelly fish sting. ignore the myth of vinegar (BAD!!!) just use a credit card to scrape what's not secured and if you are not having a severe reaction, benadryl and calamine. I got this from the clinic which is located on campus, you know, right off the ocean.. they are kind of used to it. Sound like poison ivy anyone? Just feels like a bee sting.
There is a faculty outing at Mero Beach this Saturday. I Look forward to attending with Matthew. it's a nice way to spend time together under the sun. Even Matthew has a flight tan and I'm really going for it. Positively changing colors like an octopus.
Speaking of, I had the chance to go to champagne again, but this time explored in the in the othe directioin. we wandered a school of small squid, thousands and thousands travelling in a huge sinuous ribbon the moved about. One minute you were beside it watching, the next you were engulfed trying not to freak OUT,
A cry of "octopus" went out but only I heard. so bulleted over (as such as a human in snorkle and rubber flippers can bullet) He was an amazing so perfectly camouflaged by the roccks while undulating looking for a snack, I love the creatures and watched as his colors changed, but not like a chameleon, slow and subtle, but instead in the flash of a blink, you could miss it.
What wonders we way that day. And new frienndsfor the day as well.
Now for a caveat..... barracuda are attracted to sparkly things. My bikini has a skull and cross bones on the left breast outlined in rhinestones, whoops. I LIKE this suit Instant mastectomy? We know I gonna need one in the next ten years anyway. Chomp!
Ah well, that's all for now.
Love, The Blonde
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
5/20/14 Dear Mishka, drivers rain and lizards
Dear Mishka,
Well time for an update on island life. Slow, somewhat boring, yadda.
The drivers amuse me with the driving, it's all terrifying but it's the horn you have to get used to. It means passing, coming through, howdy, hey buddy I'm driving a cab too, I recognize you, someone is behind me, coming round the corner, look out.... etc. It is the main communication device on these switchbacks. And since we live on a straightaway with no speed bumps they go as fast as they can,, reving the engines which echo in the valley where we live. It's like the evening motocross. Even the loud thumping radios.
They say the rainy season is coming soon. So far it's unusual storms. the rain starts out light but as it patters down on the metal roof it sounds much louder.. Then it slowly increases until suddenly you hear thunder and a massive down pour. You get out of bed to go to the window and watch, but by the time you get to the window it has stopped. The only sound remaining is the singing of the giant cicadas and the lowing of the cow down the lane. By morning the damp ground is drying and the humidity climbing high and fast. They say the rainy season is coming.
I should tell you about the lizards. They are everywhere. Matthew and I have categorized the ones we've seen. The one who hangs around outside the laundry room. they would sit in one hand easily and are quiet, they are now called laundry lizards. The next is one so small you barely see them, they've been nicknamed micro lizards Poor things, Merlin has caught two so far, Munch munch burp.
Our next contender is similar in size to the laundry lizards but have the throat that puffs up, and the fan So one day I called them ruffles. It stuck.
We've seen one larger in the woods by the path we walk. Now we get to big lizards... forearm or longer. This chap was a beautiful bright blue. so of course the nickname was Sinatra. Haven't seen him since but we know he's out there.
Near campus I saw a good size one the length of my arm at least, munching a laundry lizard and strolling off. He was the most brilliant emerald green. He appears to live around this student housing unit.
And finally, Matthew has a picture of the big daddy. Everything you expect an iguana to be, claws, spikes, and an attitude that the world could just wait for him, he was in no rush to cross the sidewalk.
Love The Blonde
Well time for an update on island life. Slow, somewhat boring, yadda.
The drivers amuse me with the driving, it's all terrifying but it's the horn you have to get used to. It means passing, coming through, howdy, hey buddy I'm driving a cab too, I recognize you, someone is behind me, coming round the corner, look out.... etc. It is the main communication device on these switchbacks. And since we live on a straightaway with no speed bumps they go as fast as they can,, reving the engines which echo in the valley where we live. It's like the evening motocross. Even the loud thumping radios.
They say the rainy season is coming soon. So far it's unusual storms. the rain starts out light but as it patters down on the metal roof it sounds much louder.. Then it slowly increases until suddenly you hear thunder and a massive down pour. You get out of bed to go to the window and watch, but by the time you get to the window it has stopped. The only sound remaining is the singing of the giant cicadas and the lowing of the cow down the lane. By morning the damp ground is drying and the humidity climbing high and fast. They say the rainy season is coming.
I should tell you about the lizards. They are everywhere. Matthew and I have categorized the ones we've seen. The one who hangs around outside the laundry room. they would sit in one hand easily and are quiet, they are now called laundry lizards. The next is one so small you barely see them, they've been nicknamed micro lizards Poor things, Merlin has caught two so far, Munch munch burp.
Our next contender is similar in size to the laundry lizards but have the throat that puffs up, and the fan So one day I called them ruffles. It stuck.
We've seen one larger in the woods by the path we walk. Now we get to big lizards... forearm or longer. This chap was a beautiful bright blue. so of course the nickname was Sinatra. Haven't seen him since but we know he's out there.
Near campus I saw a good size one the length of my arm at least, munching a laundry lizard and strolling off. He was the most brilliant emerald green. He appears to live around this student housing unit.
And finally, Matthew has a picture of the big daddy. Everything you expect an iguana to be, claws, spikes, and an attitude that the world could just wait for him, he was in no rush to cross the sidewalk.
Love The Blonde
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