Oh, silly me. Why should any of this bother me?
Well. It just does.
And one can only lie on the bed/couch reading for so long before one begins to ache and I woke up this morning already aching, my hips feeling as if nasty demons had spent the entire night banging away at me with hammers and great oaken clubs. I know what would happen if we went and it would involve boredom-eating and boredom-drinking and, well, wait. I may be changing my mind.
No. Just kidding.
So to combat my aching hips, I decided to take a walk. Of course! Now I can barely walk at all. This can't be good. This can't be right. Perhaps this is only the result of the storms coming in. The barometer dropping. The sun's magnetic field flipping or whateverthefuck that whole thing's about.
Or maybe I'm just old and worn out.
Anyway, I've taken Ibuprofen and all will be well. I sort of wish we WERE going somewhere. But not somewhere which involves a gut-clinching, wave-tossed boat ride across a bay as the rain pelts down and lightening and thunder crash around us. Oh hell, I don't know....
Here's some pictures from my walk.
Clitoria in pine trees. Discuss.
A large frickking caterpillar which was humping it's way across the road. I have no idea what that thing is despite spending way too much time looking at Google images for Large Caterpillars of Florida. Here's another shot with a Double A battery for size-perspective.
What? You don't walk with Double A batteries in your cargo shorts pockets?
Anyone know what this critter will eventually end up being?
Here's something else I've never noticed despite walking this same route for approximately eight years.
These are the tiniest and most delicate of orchid-like blossoms and in fact, I may have noticed them before and may even have posted pictures of them but my memory- oh, she is shot and no better than my hips. But aren't they lovely?
Anyone know what they are?
So here I am and boy, do I need a shower and maybe a trip to town to the library at least because I just finished listening to the worst book I've possibly ever listened to which I only hung in to the end with because it was set in Cozumel but that didn't make it all right and in fact, it made it sort of worse because the narrator mispronounced name-places and knowing the island as I do, I could not make the geography of anything work in my mind and besides that, it had so many sentences that were so trite and poorly written that the whole book could have been a handbook in how not to write and yet, of course, it was written by one of our more popular authors who I am not going to even mention but no, it was not Danielle Steele. It probably would have been better if it had been. It did have lots of sex in it but it did nothing at all to inspire my libido and we'll just leave it at that.
I might even go to the Goodwill because I'm in the mood for something new (and that's a bit oxymoron-ish, isn't it?). There's a brand new huge Goodwill way, way out the other side of Tallahassee but Jeez...
Okay. I just spent about twenty minutes looking at pictures of a B&B in Cozumel you can stay in for $35 a night. Are you fucking kidding me? $45 during the high season. We all know where it is I want to go. And this rain we're about to get is being blown up from the Gulf off the coast of the Yucatan and when it gets here I am going to suck the smell of it up so hard that I will perhaps be able to smell the heat and the lime and the garlic and the sea and the blooms and the corn and the very essence of Ixchel as it dissolves into my ground here.
Okay. I'm crying.