Home From Heading Out-The-Door

Am just now in from my adventures over at Turtle Creek. I mean to say that this County Fellow did an absolutely out-standing job! My God! There's a creek back here now! Was able to see fish today, which calms some concerns. These fish were out of reach though, as in the County Fellow added height to this Creek too. I'm not the one you're going to read about in the news paper: "Earlier today, a 52 year old Tampa man was killed when his stupid ass fell down a 12 foot bank along the newly named Turtle Creek". More to come at eleven. Please...

To share with you how I feel about this "new" height - let me share this story real quick like. I was walking North bound along the Western side of Turtle Creek. Looking for my turtle shell. Instead found more giant clam shells and an almost perfect prehistoric conch shell...

...I noticed once I was heading West and on the Southern side of the creek that the keys once attached to my key ring snapped onto my belt loop were lost. As in missing. I am Deaf and Hard of Hearing, with the very windy conditions I never heard them fall. I wanted to take a dung, but didn't. I placed my bag, umbrella, bucket and shells down where I stood and began to back track - looking left to right and back. Walked maybe 50 yards and noticed my house key in tall grass shining in this beautiful hot Florida sun. It's just one of those Schlage keys. Not really the brightest key in the world, but I also have one gator toe, one shrunken skull and an old fashioned house key attached. It's the one to open my closet's...

...anyways, I prayed and thanked Great Spirit for leading me to them. It is said, "When an Indian loses something, he looks and will find what was lost." I used this as my mantra until we found them - and prayed too. Thank you Great Spirit!

Once I gathered myself and back at where I had placed my bag and stuff, I went to pick up the bag when that beautiful specimen of a prehistoric Conch shell tumbled out of my bag and bucket then rolled all the way down 15 or so feet of bank from where I was standing at at the time.

At first frustrated, then it dawned on me that all I could do was say to Great Spirit, "Good Trade". It was, wasn't it? Oh yes, Honey's, it was a damned good trade. Remember, I'm not the one.