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Reflections and ruminations from a modern day Alice - Life is Wonderland  Welcome to the place were I chronicle my own falls down dark holes and adventures chasing white rabbits! Come on In, Take a Bite, You Never Know What You May Find... "Curiouser and curiouser." Alice in Wonderland    |
| Blog Harbor Challenge Week 1 Prompt - Day 4: Let's get nostalgic today. Let's talk about that one show that you were really sad to see canceled or just couldn't understand why in the world was canceled. Tell us why you loved it and if you know what brought its demise, share that too. When I was a kid growing up in the 80's there was a show that I think only aired one, glorious and cheesy season. It was the one hour of television we would all agree on and my siblings and I would park ourselves in front of the television each week to watch the next installment of Tails of the Golden Monkey. Set in the beautiful and exotic South Pacific, the cast featured a swashbuckling cargo plane pilot and his one-eyed, highly communicative Jack Russell and several other colorful regulars. The pilot, Jake Cutter, was a very Indiana Jone-esque character who flew a old Grumman Goose seaplane on various exciting missions to remote and dangerous spots. It was a flashy show, part treasure hunt, part rom com. It was filled to the brim with Raiders of the Lost Ark- level adventure and thrills, romance and comedy. This show had everything which is why is easily captured the collective attention of our family. It was an ambitious show that had to be expensive to produce, the likely reason for its excruciatingly short run. We were all truly saddened when it was cancelled. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YdFN6agkNnQ Another vintage 80's show, which I would deem a close second favorite, suffered the same cruel fate. Bring Em Back Alive stared Bruce Boxleitner as a big game hunter. It ran for two or three seasons max. It's premise ran in a similar vein, high action adventure and a swarthy leading man with no shortage of ladies. Danger, adventure, cheesy theme music...hallmarks of great television in the early 1980's. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KzGc-w0Pqag "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise" Day 1570 April 5, 2018 Prompt: Write a Spring Bucket List. Heading into a threat this weekend of our second April snow storm, it is difficult to focus on Spring let alone a Spring Bucket List. I am looking forward to the small seasonal victories, like the green tips of Spring daffodils busting through the ground and the maniac chirping of the returning birds. I'm looking forward to spreading fresh new mulch and perusing the seedlings and planning the garden boxes. I'm looking forward to opening the Tiki porch, festively adorned with our fake lighted palm trees and colorful LED string lights. This Spring we have plans to hike up Lantern Hill, and start a Sunday morning family hike and trail tradition...a plan so far thwarted by cold morning temps and a Winter that refuses to give up its frigid hold on New England. "Blogging Circle of Friends " DAY 1967 April 5, 2018 In a blink of an eye ??? I don't know, you tell me what happened. The morning surf rolled over my toes making soft giggling noises as it ran over the damp sand and crushed shells. It was early but I still felt the sun at my back, warming me through my linen dress. The toddler at my feet sat, splashing and laughing in the shallow water, her chubby arms covered with sand up to her elbows. There were very few people on the beach this early. The beachfront balconies were largely vacant expect for an older man sipping from a coffee cup and a young girl reading, her long legs covered by the beach towel. It was a rare moment of peace. Soon the resort would wake and discharge a stream of people into the sands and a swells. They'd pitch their umbrellas, fire up their grills and turn their nosy children loose on the wide stretch of beach. I bent down and slathered a bit more sunscreen on my daughter's exposed back. She laughed, looking over her shoulder and blinking at me with her soot-black lashes. She mumbled something incoherent and bubbly, and then turned back to her splashing. The waves rolled, large and lazy swells that seem to loose their momentum as they came toward the shore. Far out something large and black dotted the blurred horizon, the early whale watching tour heading out to rich feeding grounds of St. George's Bank. Then, about twenty feet directly in front of where my daughter sat in her ladybug print bikini. a narrow, smooth shape broke the surface of the water. I ventured in closer a few more feet, waiting. In front of my eyes, three more gray backs broke the surface, the slick dorsal fins slipping out then disappearing in the waves. Dolphins I realized, with a burst of excitement. I reached down and scooped up my daughter, trying to restrain myself from jumping. I pointed, trying desperately to help her connect with the site. Repeating, "look, look" over and over again and the pod swelled and multiplied - less than 100 feet from where we stood. The gentle waters seemed to suddenly be teeming with dolphins, breaking the surface of the bay and regular intervals. I counting maybe 25 or 30 animals but it was impossible to be sure. I heard the delighted gasps from the girl on the balcony then footfalls as she ran down the stairs and onto the beach for a closer look. The man with this coffee joined us a few minutes later, fumbling with a large, lack camera at his neck. It was an amazing site, a private show for the few of us privileged enough to share the beach at such an early hour. Before I heard even one flash and whirl of the man's canon, they were suddenly gone. In the blink of an eye, the large pod had left us and gone back out to deeper waters of the outer Cape. |
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