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Of Gulls and Geese

March 25, 2012 by Southern Sea Muse

Laughing gulls…I can’t help but wonder what they’re laughing about. They never seem to lose their sense of humor.

On the waterfront trail early in the morning, I took advantage of the rising sun, lapping waves and the aroma of blooming roses. On the far side of the path when not directly on the water, I was propelled by the Foo Fighters, U2 and Kings of Leon. I had to turn it off waterside; no need for musical motivation when the seagulls and waves demand your attention.

Not to mention the damned goose that I neglected to see as I focused on the surreal, relaxing beauty of it all. He came right at me, disturbed at my steady clip running. His perfectly white feathers contrasted with his pylon-orange bill, which nipped me square in the crotch. I was sexually assaulted by a goose, yes. This amused the elderly couple leisurely walking several paces ahead facing me. I jumped back in surprise, and put a spring in my step. Nothing like a head-on collision with a determined animal to make you run faster. I suppose they don’t call it “goosing” for nothing.

Dear friend, I wish you could have been with me…kudzu up the cliffs making everything green, friendly smiles and greetings of other early morning beach-walkers, the crackle of shells underfoot while stretching out at the water’s edge, reflections of quickly moving, morning poofy clouds, the gently bobbing sailboats in the marina, and the soothing brackish air with every inhalation. And, of course, the fountain..

A brisk 3 miles later, I was reluctant to leave, so I savored the little vacation by taking the scenic route home, which follows the water. This is the playground of shamed politicians, movie-makers wishing to remain in cognito, and other assorted and sundry Famous American People who have reason to throw off the paparazzi for their whereabouts.

Little bungalows dot the road bordering the water with clever names like “Journey’s End,” “Thanks, Doc!” and “Pettaway’s Getaway.” Or this take on “The Cabin:”

Look closely at the Joneses sign behind; they are still hung over with Mardi Gras beads.

These neighbors have fashioned a whimsical gate leading to their waterfront abode:

On the way home, I stopped by the nursery (finally!) and corrected the pathetic situation on the front porch with fresh, hanging plants in a warm, gentle breeze:

The rest of the afternoon was spent sipping Brontë & Chardonnay on the front porch swing, but gulping the smell of freshly mowed grass.

Sunday found me braving the experience of herding our 4 children into our local Waffle Establishment for a rare meal “out,” (eating out at our house usually means out on the back deck or the front porch). In the afternoon I did an interview for a national magazine (professional/trade – don’t look for me in the next Maxim, k?) and wrapping up laundry for the week.  Oh, and another trip to the park for more sandy fun. Jes’ can’t stay away, dontchaknow?

A blister on my foot from forgetting my “good” running shoes at work, is my price for this weekend, along with a blister on my hand for forgoing the leaf blower to burn a few calories by sweeping the deck by hand. These are my badges of honor for the weekend, and in all irony, the blisters testify to the refreshment I received in the process of voluntary toil.

I hope your weekend was relaxing and replenishing, too, dear reader.

Thanks, God, for hard runs and soft waves, for sharp shells and gentle winds, for blisters and brackish breaths, and for creative neighbors and goosey geese. Okay, well, scratch that last one. Thanks for an awesome weekend.

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Posted in Beach, Christianity, Culture, Life, Running | Tagged Fountain, Geese, God, random thoughts, Seagulls, South | 12 Comments

12 Responses

  1. on March 27, 2012 at 18:54 shoes

    Sounds like a great time, other than the “goosing.” 🙂


    • on March 27, 2012 at 20:05 Southern Sea Muse

      Indeed, Shoes! Thanks… 🙂
      ~~ssm


  2. on March 25, 2012 at 21:50 allthingsboys

    Love this-especially the photo of the fountain. We have geese in our neighborhood and I’ve had them charge me but never actually get their beaks on me! Amazing! Thanks for sharing!


    • on March 26, 2012 at 05:47 Southern Sea Muse

      You’re welcome, allthingsboys! The trail circles a rather long, large duck pond, so they’re used to being fed and have become increasingly assertive over the years. I later discovered a nest nearby, so perhaps the goose thought I was charging to swipe an egg. Once an alligator took up residence in the pond (free, plenteous food!), but the city parks dept removed him before he could get too cozy. Glad you liked the fountain.
      ~~ssm


      • on March 26, 2012 at 08:38 allthingsboys

        Ok, I’d simply have to draw the line at alligators–they rank up there with bugs and snakes. Good thing they moved him, but then maybe you wouldn’t have been attacked if he was still there.
        I was once attacked by a GIGANTIC flying roach at the Tulane Gym when we lived down there (ref.bugs) My dance must’ve been pretty funny to the onlookers. Cheers! Have a great week!


        • on March 26, 2012 at 20:13 Southern Sea Muse

          Oh, my…one of those palmetto bugs? Horrors!! I had a run-in once with a 3-incher in a dark hallway – like a small bat, they are. Sheesh. Hats off to your brave gym encounter. Next tv show: Dancing with the Insects. Thanks, you too! 😀


  3. on March 25, 2012 at 21:44 Literary Tiger

    I wish I could burn calories while reading your post. I felt like I was walking those three miles right a long with ya. Then again, maybe I’m glad I wasn’t there. Me no likee getting nipped by a goose.


    • on March 26, 2012 at 05:41 Southern Sea Muse

      If only I’d seen him coming! I’ve heard reading DOES burn calories, but don’t count on any eyeball blisters. 😀
      ~~ssm


  4. on March 25, 2012 at 19:46 Let's CUT the Crap!

    I love the whimsical life of little bungalows by the water and the people who inhabit them. I just LOVE the water. Anything close to it, I will love too.

    This was a picturesque weekend. Hard not to enjoy in the reading. Sorry about the blister.


    • on March 25, 2012 at 20:16 Southern Sea Muse

      Make that TWO blisters…one foot (running), one hand (sweeping deck). Nothing that a beach bungalow won’t make feel better, though! Wish you were here…
      ~~ssm


  5. on March 25, 2012 at 19:24 The Waiting

    I love how owners of beach bungalows name their homes. I would name my apartment, but I think it would just depress me. Someday, someday.


    • on March 25, 2012 at 20:32 Southern Sea Muse

      Go ahead, let’s think of a name for l’apartement: L’abode a la mode. La maison de bebe. Le chateau de gateau. Wait, I’m thinking en francais ce soir. How about, “Yacht’s in the Shop,” “Landlubber’s Layover” or “Savin’ for Haven?” Well, let me sleep on it…
      ~~ssm



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