slithering across suburban lawns.
Turtle, birds, fish, snakes, lizards--if it's tropical and exotic, chances are it has invaded the Sunshine State. In fact, according to an article in The New Yorker, there are now so many exotic animal in Florida that the state has started to export them. The Burmese python, a snake that can grow up to twenty magnificent feet in length and weigh upwards of two hundred writhing, slithering pounds, has become a major problem in the Everglades as well as the Keys. What do these monster reptiles eat? Oh, alligators and such--and deer and kitties and doggies and rare birds, too. So far, no human has been crushed and swallowed whole, but, who knows? I suppose then the government would sit up and pay attention.
But enough of Florida. I'm back home now and find I'm too distracted to write--except for this stream-of-conscious blog. My poor fragile attention span has been shattered by recurring thoughts of sailing our new boat, Seawind, down from Long Island, a voyage that could take up to three weeks. I just called the ship yard that is doing prep work on her. She's ready and will be launched today. Am I ready? I'll say yes until the last minute and then I'll find ten things I should have thought of before.
My brother, a part-time delivery captain, is going to crew for me. Should be an fair and fine adventure. We're driving up Sunday, next.
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