Save our lagoon!

So glad to find two queen conches while snorkeling this weekend in the Indian River Lagoon. It's a sign of good health! Our poor lagoon. It's healthy now, but we're just entering the rainy season. When there's too much water in Lake Okeechobee, they'll start dumping it into the Caloosahatchee (on the west) and St. Lucie (on the east) rivers. The Lake O water is fresh water, which lowers the salinity of the IRL, the most biodiverse estuary in North America, and is not hospitable to local wildlife. And it's also polluted. It's wonderful to see healthy queen conches, but they won't be here for long if they start dumping out of Lake O. We want the Lake O waters to flow south out of the lake to be filtered through the Everglades again, like they originally did. And we also want agricultural land north of the lake to stop polluting the lake waters. It's not too much to ask. It's the way nature designed it.

Playin' hooky!

It's just too gorgeous a day to be sitting inside editing my next book. We picked up trash on our adopted road today (that in itself was a good reason to be outdoors!), ran some errands, and ended up on Manatee Pocket for a late lunch. Could have sat here for ever!

Birthdays at the beach

I knew there was a reason I retired in Florida. Love the beach in December! We went to Blowing Rocks Nature Reserve in Hobe Sound to watch the wild surf pound against the coquina, then to Sandsprit Park in Port Salerno to look for dolphins. Found them playing just outside Manatee Pocket! On the way home we stopped by our secret manatee-watching spot to see if there were any about. We saw around a dozen feeding just below the surface of the water. That's a manatee nose you see poking out of the water in the last photo!

Breaking bad

One of my guilty pleasures of retirement is being able to watch television series—in their entirety—on Netflix. We’re not big on watching TV series as they air, only because we forget to turn on the television until we go to bed at night. No problem, if you have Netflix online streaming. We don’t even have to wait for a DVD to arrive in the mail. We can catch up on a season in one week—if we can handle the shift in our circadian rhythms. Many is the time we’ve been up until the wee hours of the morning because we have to see “just one more episode.” And retirement allows us to sleep in the following day.

Series we’ve watched on Netflix include Downton Abbey, Call the Midwife, Bramwell, Doc Martin, Monarch of the Glen, All Creatures Great and Small, Last Tango in Halifax, Sherlock, West Wing, and most recently, Breaking Bad. You notice a proclivity to British series? I am mad about good British television.

The problem with immersing yourself in an entire series? When the series ends, you feel as if your family has abandoned you. When I see the cast of Downton Abbey now, after a nine-month hiatus between seasons, I want to sob with joy at having them back in my life again. I want to drop in on Chummy and Peter to see how Baby Fred is getting along (Call the Midwife). I've got a few, choice words for Celia, when I next see her (Last Tango in Halifax). And I find myself wanting to call Josh Lyman (West Wing) and ask him what he’s been up to. (We saw the actor, Bradley Whitford, in Saving Mr. Banks, and couldn’t believe that Josh had taken a job with Disney. What a step down from Chief of Staff at the White House!)

I’m not a complete television addict. There is hope for me. In fact, if you know of a good series I should watch, please don’t tell me. I need to catch up on my sleep!

Winter is on its way!

We had our first day of winter yesterday - 67 degrees and 64% humidity! That's quite a switch from 88 degrees and 95%. And it was the first day without rain for over three weeks. Had to get out in it. Here's a pic of Shepard Park, near our house. River is really high from all the rain.

Woo-hoo! Winter's on its way! Time to set up the outdoor furniture!

Come rain or come shine

Buying a beach umbrella comes in very handy when you have to leave the store in a monsoon!

It wasn't doing the backstroke!

This morning, bleary-eyed, I was filling the electric kettle to make coffee in the French press. Just about to snap the lid shut when I noticed something floating on the surface. A twig? No, it was a dead, emaciated lizard!

I feel so bad. He got in the house a week ago, just before we left to spend a week in Austin, Texas. We tried to rescue him, but we couldn't get him out from under the bookcase. I worried the whole week we were gone. Florida exterminating being what it is nowadays, there wouldn't be any bug life for him to eat in the house. And how was he going to get water?

Must have been one last-ditch effort that sent him into that kettle. Poor thing!

I had to boil three pots of water before I could use the kettle for my coffee.