|Headed our way!|
It’s a random thoughts kind of day; thoughts of weather, knees, a novel, and a dog.
Connected right? Only in my mind.
It’s the tail-end of hurricane season in the tropics and we still obsessively check the weather forecast, to ensure we don’t get caught unawares. Zero percent chance of rain, the webpage stated, as we watched a huge black cloud slowly slide towards our house. When the curtain of liquid hit we scrambled to slam windows and patio doors. Fortunately our casa was designed as a beach house, tile floors, outdoor Sunbrella fabric covering cushions on concrete sofas, and a wooden dining set that was originally intended to be patio furniture. Even our artwork is photographs printed on waterproof canvas. So other than a few puddles to wipe up, rain inside the house is nature’s way of washing our floors.
|Zero percent chance of rain …..|
Several parts of the island got the same deluge, while it completely missed other neighbourhoods. One friend said she encountered flooded intersections where the water was half-way up the large tires on her Jeep. Others had small rivers running through their homes, leaky windows, and flooded pathways. Fifteen minutes later the rain stopped. The sun reappeared, heating the freshly washed air. Just little tropical tempest to keep us on our toes.
A short time later the rain returned while I was walking Sparky, our Mexican-lowrider rescue dog near Playa Media Luna. As I dashed along the beach headed for shelter, my foot landed off-kilter in the sand. By the time I returned home the knee was swollen and not functioning. I must say, I am particularly fond of wearing a black knee brace paired with large clunky-soled athletic shoes. It is such stylish look in a culture that worships thin and lofty stiletto heels.
One caring friend, who has had several knee operations, suggested that I should not do stairs with a sore knee. Good suggestion, except our designed for outdoor-living home has a stairway leading from the living/kitchen/pool area to the two bedrooms and upper patios. Nineteen steps up and of course nineteen steps down. Need a cup of morning coffee? Feed the dog? Let the dog out for a pee-break? Make lunch? Answer the door? Glass of wine for sundown? Lawrie has been an absolute sweetie doing the fetch and carry thing, but I occasionally need a break from the computer.
|Photo for cover – Tony Garcia|
Which segues into the novel part of my random thoughts.
I started writing a book, called Treasure Isla, a few months ago. It’s a fun adventure set on present day Isla involving pirates, buried treasure, and islanders hunting for the loot.
Creating a community populated with fictional people leaves me preoccupied with ideas, descriptions and phrases. Occasionally when chatting with friends, my thoughts drift away, as I wonder how my characters would react in a similar situation.
What would he or she say? Feel? Do? These other people have invaded my brain.
|When do I get to paw-print books? Photo by Tony Garcia|
And, of course, there is a dog in the story.
A pure-breed Mexican-lowrider rescue dog, by the name of Sparky. He is the doppelgänger for our little mutt.
After Tony Garcia did a photo shoot for the back cover of the book, Sparky has become an impossible divo. He is anxious to have his own book signing party. Hopefully the book will be ready for release as an e-book in mid to late November. The printed version … well, we’ll see.
Cheers Lynda & Lawrie
& The Sparkinator
|I’ want to be more famous than Thomas the Cat|