Here I am at Gatorbone having a quiet moment sitting behind the recording studio where Lis has created a most cozy nest for me and Mr. Moon who should be here tomorrow evening along with Jessie and Vergil and the boys. There are only a few people here so far, folks who come early to help, mostly. I’ve known some of these people for years and feel easy with them.
It’s so good to hang out with Lis, helping where I can. She won’t let me do much, truthfully. I like just being her handmaiden, going along with her, making her laugh. I’ll start cooking sometime tomorrow and people will be coming in then and it will be chaotic, everyone figuring out where to park and camp and getting meals coordinated and served. There will likely be lots of kids and there will definitely be lots of music.
I’m so very glad to be here. I can hear the frogs and some bird I can’t identify and a dog barking across the lake. This is a beautiful part of Florida and the most beautiful time of year to be here.
This is Florida. Don’t believe everything you read about us. For every methed-out second grade drop out who has a confederate flag in the back of their truck behind the gun rack, there are ten of the most wonderful people you can imagine, dedicated to preserving the natural beauty here and as kind and as left-leaning as you can imagine.
At least that’s how it feels from where I am tonight.