2014 Dear Mishka. Cows!

Dear Mishka.

Well, we knew this would be an adventure.  Parrots as ND homing birds and lizards and iguanas and the damned cows on The beach.  Well Something Else Usually travels along with cattle. No I do not mean a million flies. Nor do I mean did not just little birds that pick the flies off the back, no I don't mean mud. I mean it least one big black bulls! Big! And usually planted smack in the middle of the path that we walk down. In past weeks we have simply waited for him to move so that we may walk. 

While walking a friends dog though I lost lost my temper with this animal, picked up a large size palm frond and began waving it at him and yelling and occasionally smacking him in the butt. Mr Bull got out of my way and sauntered off the side of the road. Since then he always avoids me to get out of my way and we walk along quite merrily ignoring each other. 

Well today was a lovely sunrise, we were laughing and we could hear the sound of the waves rolling and smoke still turned up from a night and party before. We were quite enjoying ourselves in the silence. And then I heard a familiar sound, eats. Horses? One of the riding stables is down here? I'm so excited I turn around to see the horse and said I see a charging bull approximately four feet away from me. OK in approximately half a microsecond my brain said I have nothing to wave at him, I am too close to run, open beach on both sides and open water behind.  This is going to hurt a lot if I don't do something. So I have on my arm with a little bitty picnic basket my other arm holding a student coat that I am sewing and yelling.. Matthew was also yelling and trying to wave his umbrella but the bull was so close to the umbrella could not be extended or it would've actually hit him. I really don't know how long the standoff lasted.  It was probably a couple of seconds but in my mind approximately 4.5 days.  He finally turned and wandered up the beach sauntering quite arrogantly. We watched him every step of the way and then kept looking over our shoulders as we booked along as fast as we could. And all of this before 8 a.m.! 

How did your morning go? That will get suggestions from my friend to make some nice big juicy steaks using the s*** that I come from a few. No one else seem to think I was serious. That bull hit me and almost knocked me down hopefully into the water and if he does it again I'm having me a real good dinner. They can deal with it, it's called American justice its called Detroit justice kill and eat them or get killed and be eaten.  The first time I saw a t-shirt with a picture of a handgun and the phrase "Detroit where the weak are killed and eaten" all I could think was "you know that's perfect I want one." Now when people ask what it is like I tell them you know every news article you read? Almost all of those movies in the scary scenes? All the horror stories on the news? They were almost all true and personally I refuse to go any further into Detroit then I have to because I've had to turn my car around and run red lights to get out twice. 

Someday ask Kristin Swihart about the day that she was supposed to be navigating and would up on Mac in a burned out the area of town.  I think we both peed the seats before we got out of there. And it's still not the worst area I've been in. Don't trust GPS units in Detroit. Let's ship that bull to 9 mile and see what happens to it there.  I once got off the WRONG WRONG exit and at a red light scary people came out of shadows and started walking toward my car, the only car on the street, first time in my life I've ever run a red that fast and locked all the doors at the same time..  Damned google navigation systems.

Well there's the latest cow story.