Postcards from a Dog

The cold feet days.. the bummer days …

When I latch onto an idea, I hold on like a Pitbull. Single minded. I won’t let go until I have achieved my goal.

Mind you, I research my ideas pretty thoroughly. So following my plan to the exclusion of all others is not just being stupidly single minded. Or at least most of the time.

And so it is with my move to Belize. It took four years to make the decision, but once made, I have put all my effort into the move and my future life there. Every time a decision had to be made I asked “will that further my goal or divert from it?” this kept me from buying things I coveted but will have no use for in the future. This focused my business on portability.

But then there are days like this, or mostly moments.

I not only ask myself if I’m nuts, I want out. I want the world to stay like it is. Or at least I don’t want to pack up and leave all that I k now so well. I want to stick with the routine, don’t do anything new. Just stay here.

Other days I just can’t bear the thought of leaving the Granite Dells. The Granite Dells moments come often. Today I counted out how may days I have left, how many more walks in the Dells. And then i had my little cry.

Good thing the mosquitoes were so thick, I forgot all bout the the beauty of the rocks and headed home for cover. Is that what they call the silver lining? Mosquitoes suck, quite literally, but at least you don’t moan about leaving any more.

I do have to say though, I will miss these rocks. I do like rock formations to start with. But the Granite Dells are the essence of aesthetic harmony to me. I will never tire of looking at these vistas.

However … soon I will look at rolling hills and distant mountains all clad in green. Bird songs that I can’t identify. Yet. My mind classifies the views in Belize as “soft”. But just as the Southwest of the US wears its harshness openly, I think the tropics just lull you into thinking all is green softness. I plan to keep on my toes. The dangers are probably just as big if not bigger there. I’m thinking insects. They have a pretty poisonous snake, the Fer-De-Lance. But we got several nice varieties of Rattlers. And I have had them right here. In my house, around my house. So I know about snakes. It’s the endless variety of nasty bugs I have to learn about. And God help me, do they have ants! Besides tones of regular ants there are the Army Ants and the Leaf Cutter Ants. I shall report when I have my first real encounters with them on my property. After I’m done freaking out.

I read that if you took all living things in the tropics and sorted them into piles, by far the biggest mass would be ants. Outweighing say all the bird, or snake, or cow, or people piles.

These thoughts are not exactly conducive to wanting me to up and move. Here I know my ants. And while there are lots of them, at least on my property we are head to head on the weigh in issues. Me against them all combined.

Sort of the way it always is, one of me. All of “them”.