Friday, July 29, 2016

Everything Will Be OK

"Everything will be OK." I read that sort of sentiment and I wonder why it irks me. But it does anyway. How do they know everything will be okaY/ Because it has been okay so far? That seems a bit thin to me.
Then I walked past the No Trespassing sign stuck on a fence. These signs seem absurd to me as they disfigure the landscape pointing out the obvious. It's someone's front yard so of course there's no trespassing! Better yet in this case they forgot to put a gate on the fence so there is a no trespassing sign but it's not strongly enforced it looks like. I expect everything will be ok.
Then Rusty and I pass by a baseball cap hanging on a fence. Why it's there I couldn't say. It put me in mind of Hemingway days the coming weekend which I had off. Naturally my troublesome tooth developed an abscess and I spent the weekend off in bed or traveling to the doctor's for pills. Great stuff and I missed the festivities downtown. 
Rusty is becoming quite the urban dog. When I got him at the end of February he was all nerves especially in the city. Four years as a stray on Homestead streets made him worried about every little thing. He's got a lot more confident now and he enjoys walking the streets smelling everything and even meeting other dogs.
I am constantly amazed by people who think rescuing a dog means you are taking home a bundle of problems. Dogs are easy to fix and their gratitude is forever. People are the problem, people who mistreat dogs or other people. Dogs are ready to be loved and only want to please. Five months after I got him I declare Rusty mended and able to face the world.
He's more laid back than many pedigree dogs I meet bought from breeders and raised with all due attention. Besides which I am confident he can look after himself as he has proved over the course of years that he knows how to do that.
Happily from here on out he won't be alone anymore. So I guess for him everything is okay.

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Casa Marina Heat

I had a hole in my jaw, my right nostril was numb, the hole where my tired old stub of a front tooth used to be wouldn't stop bleeding, so I did what only made sense: I took Rusty for a walk. Seen here starting out from the weather station on White Street.
Later that night at work Nick and Chelsea started a long meandering discussion about people they knew who keep dogs, and don't do a very good  job of it.  I put a stop to that, not wanting to hear about dogs caged all day and never walked and dogs on chains and all sorts of stuff that makes me crazy.
I'm thinking it's pretty hot these days even for Rusty the wonder dog. He walks half an hour and he's had enough in the afternoon but I got a chance to check a shady street in the Casa Marina district.
This gate cracks me up, planted as it is in the middle of a low fence:
It puts me in mind of this:
So much elaborate landscaping. It exhausts me just thinking about the labor required to keep it pristine. Which is probably why you see armies of gardeners tending to these places all summer long while the residents are away in some cooler clime.
And stuff at these latitudes grows robustly and year round:
Not all homes are opulent in Casa Marina and there are a few older homes dotted between mansions.
Always hunting for shade:
We're talking millions here depending on amenity:
A Mediterranean style mansion, peeping through the trees.
These two scooters sit out in the sun mal=king rather good use of a chunk of sidewalk to nowhere.

The Key West ideal; a place to live and a place to park two wheels.

This i Liked. Look closely:
Not very active if the car is covered, you'd think:

City hall is coming along, with the schol supposed to be transformed by the end of the year:

We drove home, me recovering from blood loss feeling not terribly energetic. Rusty retreated to his bed in the darkened bedroom and got a few hours of solid sleep before pottering out for a spot of dinner and  nap on his couch. Summer's heat is getting to him too. I bet he misses Vermont.

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Petronia Street

Petronia Street is where Bahama Village is centered for visitors to Key West.  At Duval Street you pass under that famous arch, which is sure to make you feel special...
...seen here over the windshield of my Bonneville, and you are wandering past some of the nicest restaurants in Key West, all worth a try and you get to see the other side of the tourist town, a place where people live and make do.
There is gentrification going on of course but Key West prides itself on a  cohesive and active African-American community.
Architecture is varied and don't be surprised to see iron bars on the windows. It used to be that drug dealers came to Key West from Miami and plagued the neighborhood. I am no judge of these things except that I work nights dispatching the police and Bahama Village has changed a lot over the past decade. I walk around here day and night and from my outsider's perspective it's just a neighborhood these days not a sales battleground of people sidling up to you and asking if you were okay. These days I see none of that. 
I don't know where the players went but they left behind their scrambled domino tiles.
Outside Johnson's Grocery ("Coldest Beer in Key West") another of these public displays of poetry:
My problem is I usually walk around looking up because I never know what I'll be missing but all too often the intrigue is underfoot:
All manner of public art. This is my favorite mural in Key West:
Wooden homes:
Petronia Street, narrow and full of things to see:

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Cloudy Walk, Florida Keys

Dawn in the mangroves. Summer tends to bring lighter winds, though this July has been quite breezy during the day when the air heats up.
These are all iPhone pictures, taken around 7am after I got home from my night shift and I took Rusty to North Cudjoe Key for his morning walk.
It gets hot fast and in summer he tends to be more lethargic I notice than in winter when he nags me for an afternoon walk. This time of year he sunbathes and sleeps on the tile floor in the kitchen.

 The value of daily exercise on and off the leash is not valued enough by would-be dog owners in my opinion. People wonder why my dogs, rescues all over the years, are so laid back. I attribute their calmness and easy going disposition to the daily promise I make: lots of alone time walking with me, and I don't keep Rusty on a tight leash either. A long walk on his terms produces a calm happy dog: