When a reptile crawls across the top of your foot, it’s a new day.
Some may recoil from the thought of this, but I liked it. It felt soft, it even tickled, and because the reptile was a box turtle, it was a rather sweet moment.
I met him in Brooklyn (of course I met him in Brooklyn) in my friend Jocelyn’s backyard. His name was Hercules. Joce taught me how to feed him carrots. If you think those claws on your skin would feel weird, imagine a tiny beak nibbling on your finger. Again, it tickled. I think I fell in love with Hercules.
I also fell in love with the household’s tom cat. His name was Bodhi, and he was a gorgeous tuxedo with a nice, big face. Of course, he preferred Benjamin to me, but this was only because Benjamin petted him with his special kitty mojo that leaves all the felines dizzy.
It was cool under the trees in Jocelyn’s patio garden. We were all feeling pretty mellow, after our collectively celebratory Saturdays, but we still managed to share stories and art. Joce sang her new song for us, a funky piece with room in the middle for a bass solo. Nice! Thank you, Jocelyn! Dara caught us up on some big changes she’s making in her life. We love it when friends take risks to further their creativity, and Dara, you have our full support!
Our Sunday in South Park Slope was relaxing, slow like a turtle, and lazy as a cat…my kind of day. We look forward to visiting again!
