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    Pouring Wine

    "Wine comes in at the mouth

    And love comes in at the eye;

    That's all we shall know for truth,

    Before we grow old and die.

    I lift the glass to my mouth,

    I look at you, and sigh."

    W.B. Yeats.

    Musings of an Irish girl who took a leap of faith.


    Eyes up. Watch out for giant spider webs. Brown recluse, waiting to give you a face scrub.

    Dogs stop. Pee and sniff. Feet burning. Fire ants. Find water. The lake. Cool down feet. Alligator eyes. Back away.

    Eyes down. Watch out for snakes. Too late. Dog bitten. Contact snake identification Facebook group. Venomous pigmy rattlesnake. Contact snake support Facebook group. Make way to vet.

    Loose Pitbull, identifying as a golden retriever. Cross the road. Always a Pitbull.

    Mosquitos. More bites. Nothing works. Nothing. Horse flies. Other flies. No idea.

    Geckos, hitching a ride on dogs back.

    Red admiral. Wow! Black racer snake. Fuck!

    Hot. Sticky. Extreme weather warning message. Tornado.

    Thunder bolt and lightning. Very, very frightening me. Mama Mia, let me go...



    Keep oneself occupied "she busied herself with her new home" - Oxford dictionary.

    After walking the two dogs this morning, I fed them, brushed them and then swept up the hairs. They're our dogs, but his dog is the hairy one. Then I prepared a pot of tea to have while I caught up with the gossip back home. Making tea is an art form, if you're Irish.

    There are different forms of tea making depending on where you come from or how old you are. Some go down the old Classics route and pour boiling water over just the right amount of tea leaves in a teapot, let it sit for just the right amount of time and then pour it in to a China cup sitting on a matching saucer. The impressionists, they use Earl grey or some other fancy flowery teabag. Contemporary style is a favourite for most. This is where you throw a bag, any bag, into a mug, fill it up with boiling water, give it a stir and a squeeze, and convince yourself it's a proper cup of tea.

    I myself am the surrealist tea type. I learned this style from my Aunt in Wexford. She kept greyhounds and ran a Post Office, always busy, but still had time to make tea. It involves putting a Lyons teabag in to a pot, adding cold water from the tap, place the pot on the hob and stew the fuck out of it so it resembles tea but looks more like tar. You get a fierce kick out of it and it makes you say "aaahhh".

    Of course it's all cawfee over here. Ach, is maith liom cupán tae.

    The day is almost done back home so there is a lot of gossip to relay and tea turned in to a chilled white. There is no art form involved with the pouring of a glass of alcohol, if you're Irish.

    The rest of the day I busied myself untangling a wind chime.


    We sat in the back of the school bus listening to the young ones rattling on about all things young. With just under an hour of our journey left to reach our destination, we popped open a can of beer each as we figured we would last the distance without having to ask for a pit-stop.

    It was an early start for us, meeting the Jax Fray group at 8am, not knowing what to expect on the organised day trip out. Garrett put us totally at ease when we arrived at the bus pick-up place and told us about the Fray social club and all the different events we could sign up for; softball, volleyball, kickball, basketball, anything else with a ball, darts, cornhole, cross country.... we were spoilt for choice with the variety of leagues to join and most importantly, they were for adults, with no experience. Perfect way for us to meet new people and have fun learning a new sport at the same time. Ginnie Springs day trip was our first outing with them and when Garreth said there were a couple of others in our age group, along with mostly 20's / early 30 year olds, we relaxed a little.

    The rain was torrential on the way there but when we arrived it began to clear up and the sun shone brightly as we walked with our tubes to the pavilion where the Fray group would be set up for the day. We glanced around and noticed that Garrett seemingly had included us in the "couple of people" in our age group, but, not to be outdone by the young ones, we popped open more beer and packed a few to carry with us on our tubing experience down the river.

    Ginnie Springs ~ "A slice of pure Florida".

    Picture yourself floating lazily downstream on a big blow up tube in the aquamarine, crystal clear waters of the Sante Fe river shimmering in the Florida sunshine, beer in one hand, camera in the other.

    Someone mentions alligators; your eyes widen and you realise your fu$ker of a husband is gradually floating away from you. So you drop the camera, paddle one handed getting nowhere, yelling for fu$ker to come back, realising he is just saving himself. Finally I was able to grab his big toe, pull him close so at least the alligators would have a choice on the menu, hold on tight and pop another beer. The young ones at the back of the bus were floating nearby and they called us over to hook up with them. Appetisers, mains and desserts for the alligators sounded appealing to me so we linked tubes and shared our beers. Floating happily down the river again, chatting to the young ones, telling life experiences, learning new lingo, places to see, things to do etc in Jacksonville and realising that age is just a number when we stopped off to jump in to the alligator and turtle infested river from the swing rope. An hour or so later we exited the tube experience. I laughed so hard at fu$ker trying to get off the tube that my sides hurt. He went under several times, I laughed. He held his beer up, trying not to lose it, he went under again, yet still I laughed. He held a hand out for me, taking big gulps of water, yet I continued to laugh. The young ones helped him out, minus a shoe, but no major injuries and the beer intact.

    But seriously, we saw no gators, lots of turtles, made friends, watched volleyball and other games, ate the lunch and drank the beer provided by the Jax Fray club and hopped back on the school bus totally happy and relaxed after an amazing, fun day out.

    We made a pit-stop on the way home, grabbed more beers for the return trip to the starting place and as the school bus came to a halt, we looked around at everyone waking up from their slumbering snoozes.....

    Heck, we were the young ones after all!

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