Today begins an official period of some pretty serious goo foffing. (For the uninitiated, that’s how you spell it around here.) The turtles started begging last week. I have no idea who snitched but at Goose Lake there are few secrets.
We had a talk and I believe they understood. I’m going to keep an eye on them though.
I will remain in touch but it’s possible I won’t entertain a meritorious thought over the course of the coming days. You, on the other hand, may be miming applause for the break in the routine, and I don’t hold that against you. You are at all times thoughtful, sweet, responsive, and supportive. What an opportunity for you to turn to other pursuits for a while and take for granted that I’m around sand, books, and refreshments, though not necessarily in that order.
P.S. The turtles took it rather too quietly. I have an uneasy feeling . . .
Between now and the latter part of March I’ll be on the road a lot, in and out of town, and often out of touch except for e-mail or if someone has left me a note on Facebook. Most winters I have a permanent place to stay, a work station, and a regular daily schedule. This year is different.
I’m looking at the likelihood that my daily posts will fall off sharply. I won’t be goo foffing, exactly, at least not all the time, but I’ll just call it that to have a name. I’m excited about the upcoming adventures and will do my best to be in touch as much as I can.
I haven’t taken much time off lately so I’m giving myself a small reprieve from the routine. Plans call for goo foffing the next three days to see if I remember how.
I’ll still be in touch and as always be happy to hear from you, but I’ll give the daily post a rest. Unless, of course, something comes up that I just have to tell you about.
Onward and upward!
I need a break from goo foffing. Yesterday I spent thirty minutes trying to take a picture of some of the huge wasps (cicada killers) that buzz around the shrubbery all day. Our Quixotic lizards cling to their palm trunks, doing push-ups and flexing their throat sacks to attract a date while hoping that one of these juicy wonders will rocket by close enough for their snap-out tongues to capture. Look carefully and you can spot three wasps in this picture. They fly so fast it’s sheer luck to catch one with a smart phone camera.
But enough of this intense relaxation. I need a break. Today I shall work on my poetry book with Charlesbridge! Tomorrow? Too early to make a call.
P.S. To friends who sent me “wish you were here” notes from ILA, many thanks. I missed you too!
Today my energy level has risen sharply. Instead of watching one lizard, I’ve doubled my efforts. Who knows how much better I’ll get before I finish.