The other day here at our site in Key West we saw the strangest thing -- a giant flock of buzzards (turkey vultures?) -- hundreds and hundreds of them -- circling above the water in front of our dock. I hope this does not mean Beau and I are decaying/dying, sending the odor of carrion up through the atmosphere. You never know.
I have tried to load the video of this phenomenon here, but no luck. I think the file is too large. Anyway, it was very eerie. And there continue to be lots of these birds flying around Key West all the time. What do they eat? Homeless people or something? 'Tis a conundrum.
The good news: Finally, today was really warm and beautiful -- warm enough to swim. I thought we should jump off the dock here (there is a swim ladder). Yeah, that sounded like a really good idea!
The bad news: Eagle-eyed Beau pointed out four barracuda swimming maybe four feet from the shore. They were small, but that did it for me.
Soooo, we then decided to take a dip in the heated (overly so) pool. Lovely.
But more bad news: We are fully aware that this weather will be short-lived. By Tuesday, the temps are supposed to dip to 58 degrees for a HIGH, with winds potentially gusting more than 40 mph. NOT so lovely.
We spent yesterday morning -- which was in the low 70s -- strolling through a flea market in Big Pine Key. It was fun, and good for buying Beau affordable replacement T-shirts. He has this habit of putting on a clean shirt, and then suddenly deciding to grease some gizmo under the RV or clean some filth off something -- and ruining his clothing in the process. I like to call him Pigpen. Anyway, Pigpen requires a lot of replacement clothes. Flea market prices work for us!
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| Beau at the Flea Market |
In the afternoon, we walked around Key West some more, killing time before the evening's big event -- the Xmas "Lighted Boat Parade." We have a regular parking lot we use downtown now, manned by an absolutely crazy burnout Reverend Jim-type guy (for those of you who remember the TV sitcom "Taxi"), who is endearing, yet totally and irrevocably fried in the head. Here he is, god love him.
Anyway, after our crazy attendant informed Beau that if he had a nice lady like me he would find a secluded spot and do... I don't know what (oh my!)... we left the car and walked and walked the waterfront -- and still had to wait quite a while before the big event. And the day got colder and colder.
You can see that I was bundled up, as was Buddy, in this pic with Schooner Wharf Bar's Santa right after sunset!
We tried, we really did, to wait it out until the show at 8 pm. But even the crowds of people surrounding us by dark did not warm us up! Beau, despite his jacket, was freezing, as was I.
I managed these photos before we left, and we never got to see the other boats! Oh well.
I leave you with this shot of one of the Schooner Wharf Bar dogs, a pitbull who happens to skateboard.
Battening down the hatches here, in anticipation of the typhoon.
Tanks, Panky
WE miss you two. When I saw Bob reading your blog and the graphic of the RV was on top, I accused him of looking a units for us. He denied it, but I know he is really thinking of a bigger one for us. Your boat parade certainly beat ours. (WE did however see the parade from our seats in the Yacht Club and did not have to worry about the weather. Bundle up.
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Barbara