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We've been having a ton a fun with our security cameras... but it was hard to tell WHAT was scurrying across the driveway. This guy finally stopped and posed long enough that I could see the trademark bandit mask!
Whoo! I didn't talk about it because I thought I'd jinx it, but finally the sale of our old house is official. It's not like winning the lottery because the money just gets funneled right back into the new house, but it is a LOAD off our minds. Anyone who's ever bought and sold a house knows what I'm talking about. I think right before we started this nightmare I saw a poll about how "moving" was the second most stressful thing in life above things I thought were clear winners.
I basically live in a zoo now. The other day Mike and I were in the pool watching (at the same time) two gopher tortoises chase each other back and forth, an osprey fly overhead, a million lizards jump around the fence, a land crab skitter around:
After days of waiting to see what happened, for South Florida, hurricane Dorian ended up being milder than a lot of our regular old summer storms. We tend to deal with stress with humor, so did some drills the day before for practice:
This week I found out Florida is NOT kidding around when it comes to lightning. We took these shots from our living room (they were videos and then we pulled the frame). Actually, this first photo looks like a blip on video...but when you go frame by frame, BAM!
In case my tortoises and turtles weren't doing it for you, I'd like to share with you the furry curve-ball nature threw us the other day...
I was sitting at my kitchen table working on the laptop, and my husband was standing between me and the glass slider door, which is about three feet away from me, when I heard him say, "Aim..."
At that same time I felt a presence...something moving near Mike's feet that wasn't Mike's feet.
It was a cat.
My mother called me a "turtle magnet" because after bombarding her with pictures of Shelby, who lives in my backyard (though granted, Shelby is a tortoise...) I bumped into this mama green turtle heading back to sea after dropping her egg-shaped kids off.
I took videos both landscape and portrait below so you can watch her drag herself back to the ocean. Sometimes I complain because my husband likes to start walking at first light and I'm usually trying to work then, but now I see the advantage of going to the beach early! Jupiter has been having a nearly record-breaking year for turtle nests (green, loggerhead and leatherback) -- we're looking forward to Aug-Oct. when the babies will start marching after their mamas!
I'm currently working on the fifth Kilty book... but Pineapple Port (who I was kind enough to write two in a row for...) is acting like a jealous lover. First of all, I moved to a neighborhood with an HOA, and one of the few approved lights is this one:
How could I not get it?
Remember my new friend Shelby? We watched Shelby plod away, exit stage left, yesterday... and then saw her reappearing stage right... That's when I realized the new creature wasn't Shelby, but another gopher turtle headed towards Shelby's house as fast as her little scaly legs could carry her. Drama! She crawled right into Shelby's hole as if she'd been lurking in the underbrush, watching, waiting for her to leave. Shelby was spotted later munching away on the greenery...I don't know what happened when she went home and found that vixen in her cave.
But he doesn't look happy, does she?
I'm in Jupiter, Florida!
#JupUp? (<--- this is a saying my husband thinks he's going to coin/popularize while he's down here. *eyeroll*)
Desperate to get away from the constant cleaning and scurrying away/hiding that comes with showing a house for sale, we packed up and officially moved to our new house in Jupiter, Florida. This is us in our empty house moments after we walked in after a 14 hour drive from Maryland - so we look smiley, but really we're about to collapse. It's our reflection in the 1980's wall-to-wall mirror that we need to have torn off the wall...and I'm showing my lack of selfie skills staring at the camera that is in front of my face but...eh.
I should have known better. I used local Ebay once before and the guy showed up to pick-up my enormous bureau, alone, with one arm. He weighed about seventy pounds soaking wet (it might have been eighty before the arm went missing). I mean, sorry about the wing clipping, but maybe give me a heads-up to have someone around or bring a friend? Instead, I dug deep for Hulk strength to help him get it in his truck.
I grew up on the beach and never thought twice about getting into the water as a kid. I was East Coast Editor of SURFER Magazine, and never hesitated to catch some tasty waves, dude. Then I moved farther inland for about twenty years and rarely found myself near an ocean.
And apparently, I left my nerve somewhere back on that last beach.
Because here I am again, living by the ocean thinking --- I can go swimming! Commune with nature!