Tuesday May 15, 2012
Fred woke me up this morning saying, “someone is cutting their grass out there, I haven’t seen a lawn mower in 6 months”. I realized then, we were in the beginning stages of accepting life as the norm, as we know it. Neither one of us were I a hurry to leave, so we sat in the cockpit discussing things to come. He wanted to look for Internet access on the way to Stuart. “Don’t you get Internet in Loggerhead Marina?” “Yes” he replied, and I suddenly realized he was really in no hurry at all to get there. Hustle and bustle of everyday living was certainly going to be a lifestyle change for both of us. As we slowly motored up the intracoastal waterway, it was so quiet and peaceful. Osprey were everywhere, getting ready to build their nests. It was like we had a private escort home as they sang to us as we passed their claimed territory. Most were in pairs. We saw an egret or two and a few blue herons among the lush mangroves and scrubby landscapes, dotted here and there by huge residences. It was clear these birds were slowly being invaded, territory being taken over by Stucco and wood structures, large enough to be small hotels. Comparing the two, Osprey’s and human’s building their domains, I realized how simple life could be with just a few sticks intricately woven within each other to make a sturdy but cozy safe place to live. They sang throughout the morning but the lifeless mansions with manicured yards and boats of all kinds, sometimes multiples at one residence, silently waiting to be come alive. When is enough, enough? I decided not to go there, as it was completely interfering with my psyche. I am on the Osprey’s side, simple is better. Ospreys simply take what is in their environment and make use of what they have, each nest surprisingly the same size, give or take none looking like they were in competition of who had the most or the biggest. There is a lesson to learn from these Osprey’s. I actually came to the conclusion, these birds may be smarter than we think. Progress is good. Greed is not. I have enough.
Coming into Stuart along the Intercoastal waterway, the clouds hovered around us but we seemed to be staying in the sun, in spite of the threatening thunder in the distance. We weren’t sure if we would make it to the watchdog boat slip at Loggerhead Marina but as God would have it, we did. The welcoming committee was there, waving and smiling as we pulled into slip #J-9, right next to the slip Fred had before we left in December. Even Timex, the dog that loves licking and keeps on ticking was there. Rod had chairs waiting so we all sat around on the dock, winding down as neighbor boaters came over to welcome us back. I couldn’t help but find myself staring at the huge bridge with cars and trucks traveling over it, as if I had never seen a bridge like that before. Fred got a phone call from the Cable company wanting to know if they could come out to hook up his cable. Things happen too fast here. Kellie came over and the three of us went to Duncan donuts for ice coffee while I had an orange vanilla slush. Then they decided we needed pizza for dinner. Delicious although a bit too close to that drink I just finished so I could only eat one piece. Fred’s eyes lit up when he saw Tiramisu (our favorite dessert) but we were both too full to indulge into one more thing so we decided to make that another visit. I can tell this is going to be an adjustment for both of us knowing we can’t change the world but we certainly can make a difference. I hope we bring back enough in our hearts to make that difference.
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