I have been enjoying Cheyenne's company for more than a year now, considering I adopted her from the Key West SPCA last December, and I am finding my dog is settling in quite nicely. Like most new dogs she used to follow me around rather obsessively but she is loosing her grip slightly. Some days she takes a nap downstairs under the house after we get home from a walk, not at all bothered that I am upstairs. Other days she passes out on her bed and ignores the fact that I am 25 feet away in the office. Lately she has taken to spending time outdoors during these cool winter days, sleeping on the recliner.
I came upstairs from doing the latest pile of laundry to find her looking adorable with her ear dangling over the edge of the chair. I crept in, picked up my camera and crept back out onto the deck and she was still passed out and totally oblivious.
She pretty much runs my life getting antsy if she doesn't get to jump in the car twice a day for her walks to various parts of the Lower Keys.
Winter is not always the time of year when winds die down and the waters go flat but we have had a few such days. Like this:
I was trying to explain the twelve days of Christmas to Noel, and how traditionally decorations have to come down by January 6th, Twelfth Night, or immeasurable bad luck will follow.
This next picture illustrates why people come here from Up North.
On the subject of Christmas decorations, even my wife the Jew who is not at all familiar with Christmas traditions thought this Methodist nativity looked a bit sparse. One sheep, no shepherds, no lights, no angels, no wise men.
Downtown was quite full in the weeks around Christmas and New Years; full to a degree I had not seen in a while. Highway One has been absolutely packed with traffic as well, making it hard to get onto the highway from side roads. Yet when I looked at the familiar scooter parking space on Eaton at Duval I was surprised to see it empty- almost.
The funny thing was that only the cream colored Kymco was properly parked. The two red scooters were dicing with a ticket for improper parking (outside the box).Perhaps when they arrived the space was packed. Further down Eaton Street I went to see The King's Speech, a movie about British King George The Sixth getting over his speech impediment. Geoffrey Rush played the Australian elocution expert who helped the King, played by Colin Firth master his crippling stammer- a huge hindrance in the age of radio. I had previously carried a coupe of pictures of Marilyn Monroe, Seaward Johnson's life size sculpture outside the theater in classic pose:
I was roundly castigated for not having the bad taste to shoot a picture up her billowing skirt. Never one to let manners get in the way here we are:
I was quite surprised to see a pair of vestal bloomers billowing in the image. Some things are better left undone.
On the walk up Eaton after the film I saw an evocative house dimly illuminated.
A propos of nothing in particular. It's just Key West, looking good.
11 comments:
Cheyenne looks content, the guy on the harley is an idiot and Im surprised to granny panties on Marilyn.............
I sincerely hope Cheyenne doesn't become a tasty lunch for some Florida Alligator while taking a Siesta alone downstairs.
But seriuosely I like the narrative style of your photos...that methodist creche looks good to me
Hmmph. I've parked a scooter inside the box only to come back and find it outside the box with a ticket on it.
Dear jenletts, not everyone is as nice as I am in key west. some people are downright rude and mean. I would never move your scooter to accomodate my Bonneville. Well, hardly ever. And never never outside the box.
Mr Conchscooter:
I'm ashamed of you. Did anyone notice you taking a photo of Marilyn's rear ? No wonder you did it under cover of night.
I would never move your Bonneville either, Ride it away YES, but move it, NO
bob
Wet Coast Scootin
Nice to see a convertible. We don't have many up here in Montana. I've been to KW several times and have yet to see a Subaru. I guess you don't need a 4x4 even in the sand.
Bob in Montana
Dear Conschooter:
Happy New Year! I hope 2011 brings to you everything you deserve — and then some. I have been reading "Key West Dairy" since 1989 and it has become a key part of my daily routine. I have had my head in the sand for the past two weeks (or up my ass, if you prefer) as I formulated my objectives (resolutions) for 2011.
I have one: to become a paid moto-writer/humorist. It would help if I knew something about motorcycles or if I were able to just tell a funny story.
Regarding these "Vignettes," — the dog is a Republican and she hates you. How many dogs nationwide spend their days on a chaize lounge in Key West? All she needs is a martini and cigarette in a jade holder.
The Harley rider did not pop up on the sidewalk for the Mile Marker Zero sign. His mother does not allow him to ride his bike in the street. He rode on the sidewalk all the way down from Asheville, NC.
Methodists have no concept of Christmas joy. Had that been a Catholic Nativity scene, the farm animals would have been real, actors would have played the Holy Family, and genuine lepers would have ben imported from Congress.
My heart breaks for "Chico's." But every strip mall in Chester County, Pa. is scarred by store closings of all sizes. In posh Paoli, many of the specialty shops and antique stores have gone out of business. This is a sign that the economy is coming back. True prosperity will see women spreading their legs in darkened storefronts for a loaf of bread or a bar of soap, while their husbands wait impatiently in rusting cars at the curb. (Having a pretty wife will be regarded as a true asset, as they will be the real "breadwinners." )
I thought King George The Sixth said, "My horse... My horse... My kingdom for a horse." His electrocution coach must have good as there were no sparks or dimming when he said it.
Norma Jean, the real Marilyn Monroe, wore panties of this type to hide a tatoo that said, "Home for Riepe's Whopper."
Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads
Mr Conch:
that convertible reminds me of my first car. A 1956 Chevy but it was a 2 door post with 3 on the tree, not a convertible like the one in your photo.
bob
Wet Coast Scootin
The closing of Chico's sort of surprises me. My sister used to work in the design department when she lived here in Fort Myers. It seemed they were always hiring people at both the shops and head quarters. Maybe slow sales and the rent was just too high? I could not imagine rent on Duval.
I'm guessing Chico's closed owing to the threat of an appearance next year of riepe's whopper in town.
Key West could do as Seattle did, and pass a completely unenforceable law making moving a parked scooter not a nice thing to do. Nobody's ever moved my scooter; my thing is having the bike get knocked down, the perp putting it back upright and hoping I won't notice the scratches. That's why the GTS has matching rear-quarter panel scratches.
__Orin
Scootin' Old Skool
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