Tonight I get to fly down to Florida to spend 4 nights with Abby in her little pool house apartment. This should be interesting because, although we have a perfectly good little Arts and Crafts bungalow across the street she wants me to stay at her place. She’s normally a disorganized mess in her own space- probably a reaction to my
obsessively more tidy nature (yes, I clean my own house. Lutherans aren’t allowed to hire housekeepers. And yes, it’s easy to keep clean now that it’s-sigh-a more empty nest.).
This morning early she was on IM- not usual for her- and there was this mixed omen:
-Mom! The worst thing ever happened!
-I was cleaning the apartment and I laundered my cell phone so now it doesn’t work!
I told her my flight arrival time and reassured her that if it didn’t dry out in the sun today we could go to the Sprint store (yippee, my favorite venue) and replace it.
She’s been calling every few days but the calls are brief; neither of us are phone chatters. So I’m eager to see how she’s been doing these past 6 weeks. But mostly I just want to look at her and touch her and smell her again.
As you know, I thrive on the life energy of Abby. I am still puzzled as to when and how, exactly, I gave birth to this very best sort of alien. I’m pretty sure her assignment is to come observe, explore and report back, maintaining a friendly alien attitude while here. She’s most always successful on the attitude part except when she blows and then her gills flare, her tongue swells and her tail whips around taking out power lines in it’s path.
I’ve had my best adventures with this child. Since it seems to be part of her assigned task she’s always eager to go anywhere and do anything. On these explorations you can actually look in her eyes and see her sifting and cataloging for her report back to the Mother Ship. Our most recent trip was to Costa Rica early in the year. I didn’t see her a whole lot on the trip because she was underwater 80% of the time and when I did see her she was recharging with a siesta or eating.
We stayed at an ecolodge in the jungle on the edge of the sea. There was a dock/launch area, a dining lodge up the mountain and then 82 more steps up the mountain, individual cabins complete with porches, hammocks, ceiling fans and bats.The wildlife was more prolific than any place I’ve ever been; this particular geographical area has one of the highest species counts for both plants and animals of any in the world.
Because of the jungle heat most everyone learned quickly to make as few trips up and down as possible, carry what you would need and use the bathroom before heading down. At dinner all 24 guests or so would gather to wine and dine and talk about the day’s adventures. We ate simply elegantly. Every day was fresh sushi, fish, fruit and vegetables, fresh baked goods and beans and rice. One night as we were at dinner rain starting coming down in absolute sheets, driving through the jungle canopy, drowning out all other sound. Lightening danced over the sea. The generator was out so we were on candle power. One guest just couldn’t wait and skipped up the steps in the dark and rain to her bathroom.
After about five minutes we heard the most ear piercing, blood curdling scream I have ever heard.
The scuba master, the waiter and the bartender quickly, but not with undue haste, gathered up flashlights and headed up. After a while they came down carrying a boa constrictor that took the three of them to lift. It was about 6 feet long and 5 inches in diameter. Apparently it had just been snoozing around the cool base of the toilet and when she sat down in the dark it moved around her feet…Where was my camera??
Between tonight and Sunday I’ll be in Florida. Abby and I will get massages, get yet another cell phone, eat nice meals, cruise the campus and bike to Saturday market. I’ll check in here and post some pictures while she’s in class. But mostly:
I will again go to the sea with my girl.