Sometimes, when I need a morale boost, I entertain myself with recollections of how we prepared for our move from Chicago. Of course it required shopping, a fundamental element of my life at the time. I bought myself a beautiful pair of handcrafted pearl earrings, $150. Who knew when I would be able to afford such things again? I also succumbed to a craving for a pair of $80 espadrilles from Banana Republic, which I bought too small and never wore. I have no explanation for this but some weird small foot vanity. Then I trekked to J. Crew. These were places I rarely shopped. Mostly I resale shopped, but I had the idea that because I’d be denied luxuries, I should stock up. On what—useless overpriced things? As it turned out, I was stocking up on waste. At J. Crew I bought a $60 sunhat. Now surely, this was a needed item. It was grand, a lounging at the pool glamorous floppy hat to protect not only your face but your décolletage. I’ve never worn it. Why? Well, it’s huge, hot and impractical, you can barely see out from under it and I have no occasion to lounge around a pool. Did I mention it has some gold sequins on it? It really is a beautiful hat, scorpions enjoy nesting in it.
An excerpt from Dirty, Wet and Bitten, my memoir of moving to Mexico.
Funny how objects and actions make their purposes known…eventually.
This morning I walked to Playa Econdido, as I do most mornings. But today I hoped to see the turtles hatch and make their way into the sea. I sat on the stairs watching the tide, it was higher than I’d ever seen it. It almost slurped its way into the nests. I thought of the eggs and the tiny creature’s ancient instincts responding to the ocean’s pulse as I waited for the rangers.
When they arrived we made our way to the two nests due to hatch. They dug first with a shovel and then cupped hands, deep into the sand. The ranger pulled out something that looked like leaves.
La cascara? I asked.
Si, se fue, he replied. They are gone.
I was thrilled to hear this. He thought my excitement odd. I explained that it made me happy they had done it on their own, and that the were probably stronger because they had dug themselves out.
Para es mas peligrosa, he said, waving to the seagulls.
Si, es verdad, I admitted it was true.
Coincidently, I memorized this poem this week. I dedicate this recitation to the tortugitas, those that swam away…and the ones that flew.
This week’s been spent remembering what it means to have a job: live by a schedule, learn MANY names, new systems and most challenging for me—being social.
I prepared this video before I left home, though I knew I’d be in Nicaragua soon, it didn’t occur to me I would actually be standing on the beach, watching it behave abdominally when I posted it.
I continue to memorize poems, and will post them on my Ytube channel, which I now refer to as my “random recitations” project.
This is my latest video, Undertow, by Dean Young.
If I were somewhere I could go to a bookstore and buy one his books, I would. Immediately.
My blog buddy, Britt Skrabanek asked me to write a guest post for her Life Enthusiast series. It was my first guest post and I really enjoyed the process. It’s an interesting question to ask yourself, “What makes you enthusiastic about life?” I was quite surprised by my response. Thank you Britt for including me in your excellent project and for making me think.
Britt’s blog is one of the few I enjoy enough to have delivered directly to my email box. I smile to see it there even before I open it. She spreads joy. What more can we ask for, really?
This is the link to my post at A Physical Perspective, if you’d like to know how I answered her insightful question. While you’re there: This is a one of Britt’s recent posts I really enjoyed.
I also highly recommend her latest book, Nola Fran Evie. It has strong, well developed female characters, it’s a little racy, and you’ll learn about the All American Girl’s Professional baseball league! It would be a superb beach read if you’re taking a vacation to get out of the cold. But it’s an excellent book for any season.
Write on Britt!