Monday, February 6, 2012

A Taste of Retirement

To tell this story it must be told in the reverse as I am sitting at the Southwest Florida Airport in Fort Meyers awaiting my return flight to Maine. It is currently the most exciting part of my journey b/c what was suppose to be a ridiculous flight home with two layovers that was going to zigzag me east-west-east is now a lazy first class flight including a voucher for a free flight. Thank you Jesus (totally stated with my hands in the air and a refreshing Hallelujah! Amen! attached) and Bill (the Delta attendant who hooked me up with the fab accommodations). I would like to think this will be how retirement will treat me in the future and am damn glad karma is treating me to this little ice cream moment in real time!!

The title of my post is a tribute to the Q-tips that inhabit 90% of Naples. There was a moment sitting at a fountain on 5th Avenue in historic downtown Naples when I realized that I (as a person under 55) was the minority. Seriously, how am I suppose to pick up guys in a sea of grey hair which I admit is totally vain and ageist of me b/c beneath my tinted curls camouflages a natural powdered wig. I did have two men of a mature nature hit on me while watching the Super Bowl at the Tavern on the Bay. One of them had the audacity to tell me he was rich, "no really, I'm rich, and will be able to buy a new car when the Giants win." Bastard...first your rooting for the wrong team. No matter what I will always be an NE fan. He was totally insulted when I actually refused to give him a high five when NY got their first TD. Second, your rich... What?!!...who cares... you are talking to the wrong girl, honey. This is the girl who, driving by Naples' gorgeous mansions bordered by the beaches of the Gulf of Mexico and layered behind beautiful, ornamental landscapes, thought to herself, "this in no way appeals to me. I have no desire to live in a beautiful mansion. In fact, it gives me the hebejebes. Give me a little condo and a container garden and I would be truly content."

Nevertheless, I do see the appeal of taking a four month sunshine hiatus in the winter months because man, despite the clouds (never really saw the sun) it was the perfect temp for tank tops and shorts. The folks at the retirement community I was staying in (you have to be over 55 to own a condo in this little complex) have a laid back life where a schedule of aquatic exercise, zumba classes, games of dominoes and dips in the pool are top priorities of the day. I guess I'll just have to use my free flight to visit retirement again.

When I figure out how to download pics from my phone (couldn't find my camera for this trip) I will write more about my visit to Corkscrew Swamp Sanctuary and downtown Naples.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

The Breath of Life

Only the Breath of Life from a Mord-Sith can resurrect the Sasquatch Hunter. Obviously, I've been watching too many fantasy tv shows to make a reference like that. After 3 years of technological sensory deprivation I find my self owning a 32" flatscreen, a blue-ray player with wifi and an addiction to Netflix.

I have been fantasizing about blogging again for months but really felt I needed a new platform but tonight I said, "screw it." I like Sasquatch Hunter. It speaks to me just like it did from the beginning and it will speak to you again too. That's The invisible. The intangible. Life out there-in here. A cosmic circle spins me right round, baby, right round. I do like circles. Anyway, I have been complementing a new blog for a while. Sasquatch Hunter gets the mystery and magic I like to contemplate is out there in life; the fantasy and the reality; the adventure and the stories.

So, I'll snazz up the old blog, put a fresh coat on 'er and see where she takes me. As usual, I'll keep to the real, the story telling but more mini adventures than the high mountain climb of ol'. Not that there won't be references as I have a nostalgic heart. For now, I am intrigued by the newness of Brunswick, Maine. Already, I have found the Cathance River Heritage Trail. Awesome! It's a little river gorge. Nothing I love more than to hike next to a river. Another great discovery is the Long Branch School in Bowdoinham, Maine. A community based school teaching sustainable living skills and BONUS: Free movies like "The Princess Bride" on February 25th. Let us make a date!

Due to my insanely time consuming job I suspect the timing of my posts will be a bit erratic. That disclaimer being declared I am in hopes that I will have enough mini adventures to write several times a month. Today, most of this is being written to tap my desire, my words into this keyboard, as a chisel into declarative and binding stone.

I do have a much deserved vacation to Naples, Florida in a week or so. And so feel it will be a great launching time for Sasquatch Hunter to share a kickoff story that will a involve a champagne bottle being smashed figuratively and literally at some currently undisclosed location on the west coast of Florida (after being consumed, of course). I believe the headline with read something like: Sasquatch Hunter 'restles Killer Croc.