DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME

I missed this, but the shark – about Jane’s size (5’ 4”) – appeared just offshore.  People cried “Shark!”

This is Simba, a 9-week old potcake puppy (potcakes are the typical dogs of the Bahamas and contain English Terrier, Labrador and German Shepard in their gene mix) we adopted for the morning, taking her for a “socializing” amble on and around the beach.  I wish we could have adopted him.  Potcake Place Rescue is a wonderful Turks and Caicos charity dedicated to potcake rescue, neutering and adoption.

My fortune cookie message at our final lunch at Chopsticks, an excellent restaurant in Grace Bay, owned by the proprietors of the equally enjoyable Garam Masala.  Chopsticks advertises itself as “Asian Fusion,” but it isn’t really.  The chef cooks very traditional Chinese and Malaysian food and succeeds extraordinarily well at both cuisines using local fish and, remarkably, excellent local vegetables, especially greens.  It is the only place I know that serves Chinese bean curd in T&C.  Chopsticks is about the most enjoyable restaurant I have found in years.

The Infinity Bar at the Grace Bay Resort – the longest bar in the Caribbean.  The “infinity” illusion isn’t perfect, as it sometimes can be in swimming pool settings, but it’s fairly effective and it’s a lovely place.

Every single sunset is different and they are all deserving of attention, like sharks, dogs, prophesies/auguries and people gathering for common, peaceful purpose.

The Mamas and Papas: Dream A Little Dream Of Me (Link)

 

WORLDS (THAT CARING THING)

We were talking yesterday about how, going through life, people inhabit and transit through various “worlds,” never remaining in one place permanently.   Jane’s 16, kind of lives “in the moment,” and hasn’t yet bothered to ponder the “worlds” concept.

I think of my various worlds and try to remember where, if anywhere, I was happiest because most of my past consists now of lost worlds, never to be re-entered, re-visited.

Yesterday I visited Iguana Island off of Providenciales.  It was definitely Iguana World there, so much so that when the park warden showed us off the island and bade us farewell, I immediately imagined him transforming into an iguana as soon as he vanished from our sight.

It was a fabulous, peaceful place and the iguanas, chasing each other like our cats and dogs do at home, eating bright red bell peppers, seemed completely and comfortably ensconced in their universe, living in their various moments.

I’m fairly discontent currently, but have made solid (but flexible) escape plans.  I think Turks and Caicos may definitely be “the ticket.”

 

One world I absolutely do not understand is Gary Leon Ridgeway’s – you remember – The Green River Killer from the Pacific Northwest.   

We were talking about him over dinner and Caroline told me that after his capture (where the police sought and obtained the assistance of Ted Bundy as a serial killer “profiler”), a psychiatrist asked Ridgeway what it was he thought made him different than other people.   

Ridgeway replied “that caring thing.”   

That was so sharp, direct and simple a definition of sociopathy.  About a year ago, a friend sent me an article published at Harvard, I believe, claiming that 25% of the U.S. population were sociopaths.  I think that figure is ludicrously high, but also that the number isn’t as low as we in our various worlds would like to think it is. 

 

Dino, Desi and Billy: Not The Loving Kind (Link)