March 2004 Archives

rescuing a lizard from certain death

Owning a pool in South Florida is kind of like having a giant reptile trap. Though it doesn't work very efficiently, I've pulled three snakes and one lizard from my pool in the last year.

If you know anything about reptiles, you recognize how dangerous a pool can be. The cool water basically slows them down to a point where they're totally helpless. Besides the simple fact that there's no easy way to climb out of my pool, a brick border makes the edge nearly impossible to scale, even if they can somehow make it past the slick tile below the brick.

This is a Knight Anole. Anolis Equestris. This particular anole is native to Cuba. (The Green Anole is the only anole native to South Florida.)

You can easily see how I got him out of the water. No touching for me! This little guy would as soon bite my finger off (cold or not) as look at me. So the pool net had to do.

Earlier this year, I pulled a simple green snake from the pool. The satellite TV guy, who was there installing our dish, was pretty unhappy with me, too. "A sneeeake is a sneeeake," he drawled at me with a light Caribbean accent. I smiled and assured him it was well into the neighbors grass.

I guess that's one of the things I really do love about this place (there are so few, most days).

When I swim in the pool, if I pay attention, I'll see upwards of 15 lizards out on the rocks, catching sun. At night, frogs climb around on the windows in our sun porch. And they sleep in the various lamps we've got hanging out there.

Birds of all kinds come to drink from the fishpond's waterfall, or to take a bath in the pond itself. Especially in the Autumn and Spring, during heavy migrations, there are hundreds of them every day, ranging from the smallest finches to white egrets.

Right now there are at least three cocoons hanging from the side of our house, or from some plant in our back garden. And more butterflies than you can count.

It's clear that I'm not

It's clear that I'm not as dedicated to keeping this journal updated as I was years ago, when the whole idea of an online writing outlet was both a revelation and a distinct pleasure.

There are a lot of reasons why I don't write as much as I used to. When I first started, I had few places where I could express myself. I was fresh out of college and excited about writing. I moved back to Portland, a city that has always inspired great things from me. I was working as an administrative assistant in a company that I didn't have a lot of stake in.

And my girlfriend (later my fiancée, now my wife) was still in school, a good six hours away. I was living in a gorgeous apartment with a guy from Germany I hardly knew. I was riding the bus or walking to and from work.

Back then, I was just learning how to write HTML, playing with a crappy lite version of PhotoShop. Now I'm a full-fledged interactive developer.

The list of reasons goes on and on and on. But here's the main reason I need to get my head back in this: it's good writing practice. And here's a good second reason: I live in the flatlands, thousands of miles from most of the people I love. And some of them come here to keep up on what's happening in our lives.

So here's what I'm shooting for: I'll do my best to keep this page updated at least once a week. I'm going to try to get back into the mindset of "nothing is too mundane to share with readers," too. Who cares if I'm writing about my cats for the umpteenth time? I won't, if I can help it.

And while I'm in the spirit, here's the update:

Mom (who is a Methodist pastor) got a new placement--Tillamook, Oregon. She's going to be living in a manse on the coast!

Amy and I are planning a trip to L.A. the first week of April to visit Granny Varo and my brother and sister-in-law. It'll be nice for the ladies to be together, as Amy hasn't seen Gran since I helped her move out there months and months ago. And I can't wait to have an In 'n' Out burger. Probably protein, monster style. If you know what I mean.

I forced Amy to stay up late the other night so she could watch Whale Rider with me. She's so funny about movies. Most times, it's almost impossible to make her watch them. I've discovered, though, that when I find a movie I know she'll like (Whale Rider is in this category) I simply make her watch the movie preview on the DVD. That usually seals it.

Needless to say, after the preview she said, "oh, just turn the movie on." And she loved it.

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