You can see why my communication has been delayed.
It only took a week, and the epic tale of me and the cable company will follow later, but I thought I'd stick my head out and let you know I'm still alive.
Not unlike one of the neighbors. Yes, he really is about the size of that manhole cover. He comes out and wanders across the broiling asphalt every day or so.
This is definitely not Kansas.
Love your neighbour.
ReplyDeleteSigh on the internet/cable company front. Too many of us have been there.
Welcome back.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Gail. I was getting a little twitchy without my blog world.
DeleteI'm glad you're alive. Is that a big turtle? I can't tell for sure! Yikes! :-)
ReplyDeleteYep. I've decided his name is Salvatore. He wanders out of the nature preserve in back of our complex.
DeleteBroiling asphalt and it isn't even the heat of the summer yet! :(
ReplyDeleteNice to see you beginning to settle in. I always find unpacking is a bit like Christmas, surprises in every box. Of course finding new homes for things in different cabinets is....okay, it's fun too. For me anyway.
ReplyDeleteI think Salvatore needs some tiny boots.
Welcome to the south, it's egg laying season for the local turtles.
ReplyDeleteGlad you are kind of getting your ducks in a row. Don't envy you that trip and setting up a new household.
ReplyDeleteThat's a softshell turtle, as you probably know. They get HUGE. He's an impressive specimen!
ReplyDeletelooks like a snapping turtle. I wouldn't get too close. so yah, Florida. home of all sorts of critters. you are definitely not in Kansas.
ReplyDeleteAren't you a bit turned around, coming to Florida in the summer? Lol. Anyway, hope you enjoy your new home, turtles and all.
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