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No drama this time, honest!

I have some WIPs!

First off, my Aurora Shawl Cardigan is coming along nicely. My progress on it has seemingly slowed down, since it's too bulky to take along with me to knitting groups. I really hoped to be done by this weekend, since tomorrow will mark a month since cast-on. Alas, my dreams of finishing a sweater in a month are now shattered.

It's getting close, though:





I can't wait to start the collar, which will add an inch or so to each side of the front and keep the damn thing from curling! The collar is all in garter stitch, and hopefully will go by quickly. I don't have a button for it, though -- I guess I should think about that soon, eh?

Since I lost the portability of the cardigan, I needed a project to take on the go. One of my Christmas gifts had been some Holiday Yarns sock yarn in the Bacon colorway. I had initially cast on for the Wasabi Pea socks from the current Interweave Knits, and had gotten just past the cuff (which is a folded cuff, something I had only done before on a hat). Once I started the pattern (which, admittedly, I hadn't read beforehand), I realized that it was full of something I would rather gouge my eyes out than do - p3tog. Slick Addis needles, slick sock yarn, and purl 3 together. Um, no. Just no.

So, I went looking through some of my sock pattern books for something else. As I was searching, the name of one stitch pattern caught my eye. I am now working on some . . .

Bacon and Lattice (Hold the Tomato) Socks







The worst thing about knitting with this yarn? It makes me hungry for bacon! I'm not even one of those crazy bacon fanatics who does things like buy bacon flavored lollipops (yes, they exist - maple bacon flavored! Personally, I find the lollipop part grosser than the maple bacon part, because the thought of my teeth touching a soggy lollipop stick makes me shudder. I have my hangups.) Bacon on a cheeseburger, in a turkey club, or with eggs, though - oh yes! I don't even know the first thing about cooking bacon at home. It's a restaurant food to me, like fish and deep fried stuff - things I couldn't be arsed to cook at home.

As I was here typing, a mail truck came by and dropped something off. A big box from KnitPicks!!! While they were on sale, I couldn't resist ordering both the Town and the Country slipper kits. At the price it's at now, the yarn alone comes out to a little over a dollar a skein. I haven't used much of KnitPicks' yarn, so I figured I'd give their felting yarn a shot. I know a few people who'd probably love some cool felted slippers like these (who WOULDN'T want cowboy boots or Chuck Taylor felted slippers? Really!) I threw a few circular needles on my order to get the free shipping. The best part? I ordered these Thursday morning. Today's Saturday. Wow!

Luciano let me hold him for a little bit today (I think he was hoping to be fed), and Mike was able to get a good one:



He looks put upon because he IS. He's not a big fan of being held, or forced love in general. When HE wants it, it's a different story.

He got to enjoy some open window time, since it was in the 50s and sunny today:



Ellie let me know what she thinks of it all:



Did I mention it was in the 50s today? Even though it's going to be written up on another blog, I can share a few photos that I took on our first hike of 2010, at Allendale Woods:





Blue skies, but it obviously wasn't warm enough:



Either Mike or I will blog at the other place about this walk. I'm hoping to not be as lazy about blogging this year as I got to be last year. I feel as though I shouldn't blog without photos, as if my words aren't enough. I also spend more time typing my one-line snarky comments on Ravelry. I should put some of that snark into my blog, shouldn't I?

So sue me.

I know I've really sucked ass at posting the past couple of months. Part of it is the lack of knitting content -- how many times can I show that Branching Out scarf progress without y'all wanting to throttle me? -- and part of it is me saying, "fuck, it's nice out -- I don't wanna waste time on the computer! Let's go out!"

We started going to last year's haunt, Ponkapoag Pond, in mid-May and have been trying to go every weekend. Saturday we spent six hours there. We walked around the pond (it's a 4.1 mile loop), and went down the boardwalk and back (about 1/4 mile each way) and took a couple of little side trails that were probably 1/8 - 1/4 mile each. Whew! It was a gorgeous day, so it was perfect. Some of that walk is uphill, and uphills always kill me.

We also went to a party last night at a friends' house. It was crazy crowded, and me, being socially awkward, drank probably more than I should have but still it was only about 3 beers. Then had a piece of cake. Thankfully I went to the party on a full stomach, or the damage could have been worse, but I felt like shit until about noon today. I should have reminded myself of the time I went out to a show at a bar in Allston, O'Brien's, on Halloween and had several beers and lots of candy -- stuff like Sweet Tarts (or was it Smarties)? I had this vile pure liquid grey/black puke the next day. I got off much easier this time around, maybe because I am ten years older and did not get stinking drunk, but the grey/black puke did come to mind. I'm definately too old for that shit.

Penny Karma left a comment on my blog saying she'd love to get drunk sometime and hear some of my stories. That has gotten me thinking -- should I make that a feature on my blog? Do y'all want to hear stories from my wild youth? Keep in mind that I've never done anything spectacular like be a superhero, but I have known some rather interesting people. I think my tolerance and my reserved nature (really -- don't laugh!) attracted the crazies. They always had an audience who wasn't going to be competition, you know? I've also worked with a few people who were out of their fucking minds too, and I'd like to tell those stories.

I do have something to share right now, but if you are someone who can't even look at a picture of a snake without freaking out, you just might want to leave this page now. The rest of you can scroll down.






I'm the Snake Whisperer.



Saturday I saw this guy by the path at the pond. I tried to catch him, and he got away, but on his second try ZMrK was able to catch him. He musked the shit out of ZMrK (and me, a little), but didn't bite. Musk is their defense -- they squirt out some really foul-smelling shit, and I guess it tastes nasty too, prompting the critter who presumably picked it up with its mouth to drop it.

He calmed right down, and when I took him, coiled onto my hand and more or less fell asleep. It was pretty crazy. He didn't even dart away when I put him down. ZMrK moved him to a more obscure area near where we found him, to let him wake up a bit before he got snatched by a hawk or something.

Pretty cute though, right?

OH, and Batty -- I'll be in touch with you about the knitting lunch date!

Of Alligators and Anoles - Part II

Recap: The Zantis arrive in S. Florida, see a bunch of critters they can't see up North, catch an anole and get half eaten by mosquitos.

We got up early (but not real early) and head off for Highway 41, which goes right through the Everglades! We were hungry, though, and had to find a place to eat. They're not real common along this highway, but finally we found one: the Miccosukee Restaurant, where we had omelettes and bacon n eggs and some pan bread (which was delicious!). I even got some grits -- something that I know is pretty bland and not all that great, but I still love!

We played a bit around the grounds of the Restaurant (they also give airboat rides around the back, which we didn't take):



There were signs all around about the alligators, but we didn't see any at this location. It doesn't mean they weren't there!! It was still early-ish, and a little chilly, without much sun, so they were probably still in the water.



Couldn't resist the photo op. Molesting gators -- that's a new one on me.

There were also some vultures nearby who were nice enough to pose for photos:





ZMrK lifted up some tar paper near the dumpster, and saw two skinks -- a broadheaded skink and a five-lined skink. Being early, and chilly, the five-lined wasn't as fast as they usually are.



They have bright blue tails! I think I had these in my yard in New Orleans -- every night when I came home I would see something go through the leaf litter beneath the plaintain tree. It was long and shiny, and I thought it was salamanders at first. Now that I know how skinks move, I'm certain they were skinks. (They weren't palmetto bugs, which we also all over the plaintain tree and, really, all over New Orleans. You get used to them though. At least I did.)

Skinks bite.



Okay, then we were off to Shark Valley, a nature preserve in the Everglades! It was about 1/8 of a mile from the restaurant we had just eaten at.

The park has a $10/admission per car, which is good for seven consecutive days. ZMrK had the following exchange with the (bored) guard at the gate:

ZMrK: Is there a lot of good wildlife viewing in there?
Board Guard: Yes.
ZMrK: Are there any alligators in there?
Board Guard: Yes

About 10 feet from the gate, I took this picture:



This was even closer to the gate:



It's a Great Blue Heron.

We saw lots of cuties right near the Visitor Center:



Soft-shell turtle. This one was HUGE, and there was apparantly an even larger one! We saw a nature show once when one of these bit through the host's hiking boot. They have really long necks that they can snake around, and a really strong bite as well.



Purple Gallinule. These birds are beautiful! One of them is tame; the people at the park think someone may have "dumped" it there. They were nervous as to whether it could adapt to being in the wild again, but it seemed to be forming a friendship with one of the wild gallinules.



Smallish gator floating. I'm not sure if it was looking for handouts or not. It's forbidden to feed any of the animals in the park, but I wouldn't be surprised if it had been fed.

The park has a 15 mile paved loop that someone can walk, bike, or take a guided tram ride through. Guess what we decided to do?

Fifteen miles. That would be like walking from my house to my parents' house. That didn't pass my mind at the time -- I was thinking, "OMG! Alligators!" But I digress.

There was a small trail off the main trail that went to the other side, which we took. (Okay, that's hard to explain so I won't.) No one else went to the other side, which didn't have many trees -- you were just looking at the "sea of grass". There were juvenile alligators there.



This photo isn't zoomed in at all. This one is, though:



So, I won't give you all of the details of the seven or eight hours we spent at this park, but here's a nice recap of what we saw:

Female anhinga with a gallinule in the background:



This was still near the beginning of the trail:



There were four other people walking along the trail at this time, and we all had to cross to the other side. This alligator was a decent size, and it was awake! I was the first person to go past it, because I wanted pictures, dammit! That was when it started opening its mouth. You just gotten respect something that weighs more than you and has sharp teeth, you know?

There were plenty of pretty butterflies too:



That plant is referred to as "horrible thistle". That shit is sharp, and would probably make you bleed if you touched it. There were dried up bits of it all over. It's a nice defense system to keep us from getting closer!



Alligator moms are fiercely protective. Every time we saw babies, mom wasn't too far away -- either in the duckweed or on the shore.



We were alone at this point, and I saw this 'gator's tail sticking out from behind a bush as ZMrK was walking in front of me. Let sleeping gators lie!

We saw more turtles:



We saw many nearly-perfectly-camoflauged alligators of all sizes:



I wish I could have captured this on film -- the duckweed sparkles in the sunlight like Christmas tree lights! Seriously, I was seeing bright red and green sparkles and I wasn't even on drugs. Makes me wonder if people drop acid and go to the Everglades? I don't think that's wise.



Baby gator. Like I said, the mother are very protective. We were looking at a clutch of babies, and the mom was on the far shore. Another couple came by to look at the babies, and we hear this loud THWUNK! Mom slapped the ground with her tail, and immediately got into the water. That's when you know it's time to move.

THIS was a large 'gator:



It was probably the largest we saw that day. Most of them were 5-6 feet long, and this was easily a couple of feet longer than that, if not more. It's hard to tell on the distant shore. I think the average maximum is 10-12 feet, which, if you think about it, is a BIG freakin' animal. The record measured was over 19 feet, and was killed in Louisiana in perhaps the early 20th century. I'm too lazy to look that up in our book. Take my word for it.

We settled for much smaller.



We were surprised to see green anoles this far south! I think we saw a total of three the whole weekend, which is more than we saw on our honeymoon in Orlando (and we were there for 5 days!). Most of Florida's anoles are brown (Cuban) anoles, and the greens are much further north (up to the Carolinas) and west (that's all you see in New Orleans, and I think they go into Texas).

What was cool was how he changed from yellow to green while we had him.



(for LindyDiva -- your arrogant, elegant green boyfriend!)



This is the same one. Presto! Chango! He's green!

Moving on. ..

As I said, we saw LOTS of baby gators.



There are eight in that photo alone.

We saw lots of adult gators as well.



In the far left upper corner of this photo, there's some quicksand. Quicksand! Remember when people used to be afraid of that stuff? Every horror movie from the 50s through the 70s seemed to have someone getting swallowed up by quicksand. Then in the 70s they moved on to the Burmuda Triangle, which people also don't seem to be afraid of anymore.



We ended up walking about 7 miles that day. We both got sunburned, although I only got it on the backs of my hands and a little on my collarbone. My left hand is starting to peel now and itches like a mo-fo. ZMrK got some fire ants on his ankle but luckily only got about 7-8 bites. If you do a google image search for "fire ant bites", you'll see what I mean. NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH. I may have one of my foot, but it just started to itch yesterday (one week later!) and there are a couple of more red bumps, so it's possible I got chiggers again. I got them up HERE last July, but it clears up fast.

We walked to the tower, which is about the halfway point (so probably 7.5 miles), and the tram was parked there (they stay for 20 minutes so folks can go up the tower and take a gander at the sea of grass). We didn't go up the tower since we were EXHAUSTED at this point, but the tram driver (whose name I wish I remember, because she was AWESOME) was kind enough to let us have a ride back. We were also lucky enough that she had two extra seats. I have a feeling it happens often.

The tram driver was an ex-New Yorker, maybe in her early 50s. I repeat: she was awesome. She compared the birds of the Everglades to the early NY punk scene, and said the male anhingas have their "David Bowie makeup on" because they have blue rings around their eyes. I think the next time we're in the area (and there will be a next time!), we'll try to take her tram ride.

As you can imagine, we slept well that night.

Of Allligators and Anoles (Part One)

Part One - Everglades City!

Last weekend, ZMrK took me on a post-birthday trip to the Everglades!!!! We went 50% for warm weather and 50% for the herping ("herps" - reptiles and amphibians, as opposed to "herpes", which we have no interest in) to be done.

We had to take I-75, a/k/a "Alligator Alley" from Fort Lauderdale to Highway 29 to get to Everglades City. Here's a sampling of what we saw at a rest stop along the way:



Brown water snake -- non-venomous but will bite like a mo-fo if you pick it up!



Peninsula Cooter, doing some turtle yoga. This is a male -- you can tell by the claws. Male freshwater turtles always have really long claws (at least the non-snappers do; I don't know about snapping turtles).



Brown, or Cuban, anole. They are ALL OVER Florida. They vary in their coloration, and they're wicked fast.



Brown Anole standoff!!! We saw lots of bobbing heads and "pushups" on this trip. ZMrK did get the actual fight on film, but I haven't uploaded it to YouTube yet.

Now, for you avian lovers:



Ibises in flight. ZMrK was trying to get a picture of the group of them, and a motorboat started up in the boat dock nearby, which startled them. I think the resulting photo is gorgeous, and may have to get it printed and framed.

As we drove a little further down Alligator Alley, I of course kept a lookout for alligators. When I thought I saw one, I said, "I think I may have just seen an alligator. . . " Within minutes, we lost count of how many alligators we saw! It was getting to be mid-afternoon, and many of them were basking on the shore. What a great sight!

Driving down Highway 29 is a treat, because that is when I realized we are in the middle of the Everglades! There was almost nothing to see but nature, the whole way down, except for perhaps these:



I totally need one of those for our house. Maybe Ken doesn't look like a Florida Panther, but he does look a bit Bagheera-ish, right?

We reached out destination, Glades Haven Cozy Cabins in Everglades City, FL (pop. around 500). Everglades City is quite rural -- 2 gas stations, a Circle K, and a handful of restaurants and hotels/motels make up the commerce there. The water down there is brackish, so there were no gators in the canal behind the cabins, but there was some wildlife in and around the marina:



Brown pelican. Despite it being the State Bird of Louisiana, I never saw any around New Orleans.



There was about a half dozen of them hanging out by the marina. We approached very, very slowly, expecting them to take off once we got within 15 feet, but they obviously are very used to people. And felines.



This cat was very friendly, but we only saw him/her that one day. I'm sure s/he belonged to someone else staying there.

We explored a trash pile behind the general store on the other side of the marina. Yes, ZMrK was flipping stuff over, looking for snakes. Nothing but a bunch of brown anoles, and we got completely eaten by mosquitos to boot.

We explored on the other side of the cabins, and ZMrK made the first catch.



Brown anoles are hard to catch. As I said, they are really fast. They also get mighty pissed off about being caught.



I love this shot. He looks like the belligerant host of a talk show. He's got a little bit of skin shedding on his chin that looks like drool, and those hands look like skeleton hands.



ZMrK's attempt to hypnotize him. It didn't work. He let him go after that.

We walked around the area a little bit, but it was starting to get late and we were hungry, dammit! We decided to eat at the Seafood Depot, which I now know is the restaurant attached to the Captains Table Hotel (it really isn't so clear the way they're set up). The food there is pretty good -- they give you are basket with buttermilk biscuits that are garlicky (yum!!!!), and one of the available sides is sweet potato fries that are so heavenly!! And the pie!!! Wooo! We ate there 2 nights in a row, but the 2nd night the experience wasn't as good (and we didn't get pie).

After filling up on LOTS of dinner, we went back to our cabin, took showers, and watched TV on the little 13-incher up on a high shelf that had cable. The cabins were comfortable, and we slept pretty well. There was an intense 3 a.m. (or so, I really didn't check) thunderstorm, so we got to listen to thunder and heavy rain on the roof. One thing I miss about the South is the thunderstorms. I love the sound of a Southern thunderstorm, especially the ones that happen around 4 p.m. in the summer, and then the SMELL afterwards. Damn. I'm wistful.

Stay tuned for Part 2: Highway 41 and Shark Valley!