Â The other morning I was thinking about going for a bike ride and the weather forecast was for wind and rain. I stepped out on the lanai (front porch) to see what the weather was like. It was a little breezy, but the clouds looked like they were a long way off, so I decided to go. As I was getting my bike ready I heard a strange sound coming from down the street. It was garbage day and a woman had run over her garbageÂ and was dragging it down the street under her car.
She stopped right in the middle of the road, got out of the car, slammed the door and stomped back inside. Seconds later I saw her husband come out, get on his hands and knees, and pull the bag out from under the car. She was standing there with her arms flailing talking a mile a minute. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but my guess was that her hubby wasn’t very popular for placing the garbage right behind her car. Forget about the fact that it could have been the neighbor’s grandchild. It definitely was his fault.
On theÂ male side, the other morning I was eating breakfast when I heard another strange sound outside. It was raining and the wind was strong, but it sounded like someone was dragging another garbage bag down the street. Almost! Apparently the wind had blown on of the top off a plastic garbage can and a car was dragging the topÂ down the street. The guy backed up, the top became dislodgedÂ and heÂ drove around it, leaving it a block from where it had hitched a ride.
Monday night I went to the Club Wildwood Civic Association meeting where a new board was elected. The outgoing President had aggravated some of the residents (she says it was the group that lost last year’s election) and spent several minutes pouring salt into those old wounds. She ended her talk by saying that she didn’t use the “F” word as she was accused. A few minutes later, when she asked for old or newÂ business from the floor, one of the residents got up and saidÂ the PresidentÂ did too use the “F” word. Sound like 5th grade?
I had walked over to the meeting and we could hear thunder, so I didn’t stay for long afterwardsÂ and hurried back to the mobe before the rain set in. As I walked down the street and got closer to home, I saw my across the street neighbor standing perfectly still with his hands clasped behind his back. He looked to be talking to someone in the car parked in the driveway. WRONG!!! As I got closer I realized he was facing me and, to put it delicately, he was relieving himself in the front yard right under the front porch light. Again, sound like 5th grade?
I have been running the perimeter of the park (1.45 miles) since my left knee started acting up so I don’t get too far from home. Each loop goes by the tennis courts and, most mornings, I see a group of 4 to 7 players. They play doubles. After each game, the server goes out and is replaced by one of the “bench sitters”. I know one of the guys is 80 (he’s from Hastings) and one of the guys is 86 (he’s from England). The others are in that same age range.
You would expect them to just be hitting the ball back and forth and not moving much. Wrong!! They certainly don’t have the lateral movement that younger people would have, but have excellent shot placement. They don’t try to overpower their opponents, they finesse them. I’m impressed!
Yesterday I did a 33+ mile bike again out at Starkey Park. It ended up being “nature day”. On the first 6.5 miles out to the Suncoast trail, I saw a small doe, an armadillo, chased a raccoon down the trail for a while and saw a “monkey squirrel”. That’s not their real name…it’s just what the locals call them. They are really Sherman’s Fox Squirrels and are twice the size of our Fox Squirrels. They have a black splotch (is that a word?) on their face that makes them look like a monkey, hence the local name.
On the way back, I saw another monkey squirrel, another armadillo and a five point buck. This combined with all the different birdsÂ makes me think thatÂ Becky would be going nuts and probably wouldn’t be able to hold the dogs back.
On this morning’s run, in the rain, I saw a large Tom Turkey along with a smallish Hen. They went between the neighbor’s mobe and the one next to him. I didn’t follow after them, respecting their privacy. I saw them later on the other side of the park. I don’t know what happened in the meantime, but he was sitting back in a La-Z-Boy chair with his wings clasped behind his head smoking a cigarette. The hen was fixing dinner,Â doing laundry and trying to get the kids ready for church. Sound familiar?
I headed back to Michigan next Saturday for a couple of Hospital meetings and will fly back down the 21st to Tampa. Mom will pick me up there and bring me back to Hudson. At around 2 I’ll jump in the car, head for Orlando and pick Jean up at the airport at 4:40 or so. We’ll kill some time, hang around, and pick up Rocky at around 7:30. By the time we get back here, it will have been a long day.
Just (Chilly, But Warmer Than Most Of You) Jack