Heidi (in front) - The Staff to Rylie

Heidi (in front) - The Staff to Rylie
Heidi (in front) - The Staff to Rylie

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Hunting for Shark Teeth

I recently spent a lovely day at the beach on Manasota Key, hunting for shark's teeth and watching the cranes fishing from shore. I'm providing the link to my Examiner.com article, which includes a slide show at the bottom.


Rylie's Notes:

There are some cranes that like to hang out in the RV park, but as usual, The Staff never lets me chase them. I'd like to see how she would like it if I put her on the leash and dangled a piece of chocolate in front of her nose.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Another Local

I've been so busy lately, I haven't had time to do a blog post, but I thought I would give you another photo of a local:

This guy had his eye on my lunch when I was on the Caloosahatchee pier in Cape Coral the other day.

Rylie's Notes:

I have two new pals, Bougeaux and Noireau, both from Quebec. They are French, but of course dogs can communicate in any language.

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

The Locals

I have been meeting some of the locals while I've been here in Southern Florida, and I must say they are quite an interesting bunch. The fellow below was strolling across the road while I was working the other day on Pine Island, so I stopped to say hello:

His shell was about ten inches long and apparently weighed quite a bit, because it took him awhile to haul it across the road. There are quite a few of these guys in the pond where I'm staying, but they are a bit shy.

I was also in the tiny town of Matlacha, and I met the couple below:

They were kind of quiet, but nice.

I think Matlacha is such a cute little town, so I'm including the link to the Examiner article that I wrote about it. Be sure to check out the photos I included in the slide show, they are bound to lift your spirits just looking at them:


Working and writing articles has been keeping me pretty busy, but I have still been finding some time for fun. I met up with some friends for a game afternoon on Sunday. No, we didn't even watch the Superbowl, although it was on the big screen. We played Scrabble and Yahtzee at a restaurant called Porto Bellos at the Burnt Store Marina. It was a fun afternoon. I thought everyone in the restaurant was cheering because I won at Yahtzee, but it turns out they were watching the game.

Rylie's Notes:

I just watched the game for the commercials.

Monday, February 01, 2010

Flat Tire

On Saturday I had the best flat tire experience I have ever had. I was on my way home from work when I suddenly felt the bump and wobble of a flat tire. I was able to pull over into the driveway of a recycling center, which was closed, so I was well off the high speed road.

Since I am one of those wimpy women that doesn't change flat tires, I called my emergency road service, and they told me someone would be there within the hour. I use my trunk as a storage unit, so I had to haul out a trunk full of heavy boxes in order to get to the fakey spare. It was starting to rain by this time, so I got that done in double time and then waited in the car for the tow truck to come and change it.

While I was waiting, I caught up on some of my phone calling, but I kept noticing emergency vehicles going back and forth. Apparently there was an accident not far away. I received a call from the tow truck driver telling me that he was about 15 minutes away. Not long after that a fire truck full of hunky firefighters pulled up next to me and asked if they could help. I told them a tow truck was on the way, but they were eager to change my flat tire. Apparently, they were bored. I had not gotten the jack out of the trunk when I dug out the spare, because I figured the tow truck driver would have one, so they proceeded to unload the boxes from the trunk once again, while I watched appreciatively. Just then, the tow truck driver arrived (darn it!). I thanked the firefighters for their kindness and sent them on their way.

The tow truck driver was extremely courteous, offered me a bottle of water while I waited, and when he was finished putting on the spare, he packed up my damaged tire in a large, plastic bag and placed it in my car.

The next day I brought the tire in to be repaired. It had a huge, weird nail in it with a bar at the head end that had gone into the tire first, then the sharp end bent around and went into the tire as well, so it required a huge patch. It still only cost $10 at WalMart to fix it. All in all, a very pleasant flat tire experience.

Rylie's Notes:

What's so great about firemen? So they have muscles and can change a flat, big deal.