Lots of activity at the Casa Marina Resort, but no pet parade. Rain stopped play. The big question for these frustrated would-be participants: How do we get our money back?
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
They tell us rain from the tropical depressions in the Gulf of Mexico will peter out Friday evening before the locals' parade starts and dry windy weather will continue into Saturday evening with cooler temperatures and no humidity as a cold front takes over. Should be nice but so far... Everything is damp and dark and gray and moldy.
With all the overtime my wife and I pass like ships in the night so I went to Marathon for her lunch break where we walked Cheyenne in the drizzle. This landmark on the Overseas Highway is to be replaced by a restaurant. My wife remembers shopping here when we lived briefly on our boat in Boot Key Harbor. I have no memory of the place, as usual.
Cheyenne was clearly dissatisfied with the short walk program so as we drove home filled with cheap Middle Keys gas ($3:10 gallon) I figured she needed a booster walk.
This weather is crap. Bahia Honda looks gross in this mess.
More on the way.
My cunning plan involved a stop at Big Pine's Bark Park, a place where I could shelter under trees and Cheyenne could root around in the rain. Mosquito Control was out patrolling no matter the weather. I am very fond of their white trucks making outdoor life bearable.
Undeterred she sploshed off through the submerged playing field.
I read my Kindle under my umbrella. Life in the Keys under endless rain clouds, in the slow lane.
At home I wonder what she's thinking perhaps bored, grateful, tired, happy. She's giving nothing away. Rain can't stop play. Not for a Labrador.
There is a school of thought along the lines of: cold nasty wet weather is the right weather to sit indoors under a blanket with a cup of tea and a "good" book. I say screw that, I am perfectly capable of hunkering indoors on bright sunny days if I feel like hunkering. As to what constitutes a good book versus the alternative, I have no suggestions. I like a book that absorbs my interest and whether it's good or bad I don't much care. And if you are an anti-Kindle holdout let me tell you electronic books are amazing wonderful and utterly brilliant. You don't need weather like this to get into your Kindle:
There is a part of me that likes the idea of renting a cabin in February, a week in Vermont say, under a blanket of snow with supplies, a fireplace and a happy dog. The trouble is I keep forgetting how antsy I get when the sun stops shining. On foul weather days I stand at the window with a vacant stare like I'm waiting for my ship to come in. Actually touching snow gives me the creeps, I don't like being cold and the invigorating effects of cold noses and cold feet do nothing for me. The idea of being trapped in a cabin in Vermont is, in reality, so absurd for me that I catch myself wondering how self deluded am I really?
On the other hand rain at Fantasy Fest seems to be a tradition even though this year a tropical storm in the Gulf of Mexico is pushing a stream of rain at us. So dampness should be expected, if not this level of continuous heavy rain. Cheyenne does not like walking in the rain nd her frustration s palpable as though this stuff is my fault, a state of affairs created to please me, and annoy her. I wish it were because then I could turn it off.
And that wasn't the only wild animal she had to contend with while I was at work.
Rain, rain,go away...before we all get cabin fever.