Daddy's returned
31.01.2007 0 °C
The promise of a new day and great hope arises in our hearts. Dad has booked a plane ticket back to us so gladness is the emotion of the day. The kindness of strangers never ceases to amaze me. Take today for instance. It was a day of school for Mariah and in our search for WiFi we found a restaurant called Crispers. I needed power and the manager brought out a 100' extension cord just so I could do my internetting. He ran it across the floor so I could sit at a table and work (& book Mark's ticket). After I was done, I made use of my past and looped the cord so it could be stored neatly and conveniently for its next adventure. I was very grateful.
Mote aquarium home school day. It is no surprise that Florida is a state with an abundance of aquariums. With the Gulf of Mexico on one side and Atlantic on the other and plenty of wetlands, swamps, estuary's, bays, etc, it is a water lovers paradise both fresh and salt water. It is also perfect situation for the study of man's affect on the environment because there are way to many people here and competition for space is becoming increasingly fierce. The mission of Mote is do research and then to disseminate the information as quickly as possible in hopes of making the ever growing population aware of it's impact. There are the typical bells and whistles of aquariums but they are used to lure the unsuspecting patron into understanding the role they play in the game. I mean game. They have a huge interactive screen with touch screen monitors so you can play and see the result immediately. But I digress…I lucked out and found in one of the local papers'events calendar that Mote was having a home school day so off we went. The facility had different classes for different ages. Olivia learned the basics about sharks (Mote's specialty) and dolphins. Mariah spent the morning doing activities that demonstrated Florida's ecology and watched a demonstration on coral reefs. One of shortcomings of home schooling is the worry of no lab for the science courses so imagine how tickled I was when in the afternoon Mariah went over to one of the research labs and dissected a bonnet head shark. I had no idea that was what she would be doing. She came back grossed out but excited. For the next hour, I was regaled with tales of slimy shark innards, stomach contents (sharks eat crabs, who would of guessed?) and cute boys (yes, there were teenage boys in the group who were equally grossed out). That was the best reward for our money but we also got t-shirts and a curriculum package for studying the rainforest of Panama (lucky for Mariah she has already been there). We spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around looking at the fish, turtles, dolphins and playing the interactive ocean theatre. It is going to be difficult to top that day but we will try. I must really be getting into traveling mode for I had my first lost in time experience when a RV pulled up to our campsite and asked us when we were leaving. I said I thought tomorrow but I had gotten mixed up on the day so we had to see how quickly the girls and I could pull together and pull out. We did it in 40 minutes not panicking. They really are getting the hang of this. We are off down the west coast to Koreshan, a religious utopia that finally went under because one of the basic tenets was celibacy. The girls and I had our firedrill pack up again. We were staying at a private campground when the office staff came over and asked if we were staying another day. We said no and they informed us check out time was 12 (it was 12:10) – whoops again and they say lightning never strikes twice. We were gone in 20 minutes. The girls are getting very good at getting going. Tonight we have been invited to play for the Koreshan ghost tour. It is nice when you practice and someone offers you something for your playing. Mariah's fiddle really brings 'em in. Holy mackerel batman, we made money playing for the ghost tour patrons. It is one thing to play for people who specifically come to hear music and quite another to play for total strangers that you really don't have a clue whether they like music or not. Needless to say we were well received and it was great fun. We even made a bit of pocket money. Friday evening, we had no idea that people would give us money and so the only vessel into which they could put some was Olivia's bicycle helmet which she had carelessly tossed on the ground next to us. Some people put in change and we didn't realize it and it fell through the holes in the helmet on the ground. Now we understand the meaning of "my bucket's got a hole in it, can't buy no beer"!. The next evening we left Mariah's fiddle case open and that was better – no holes. The ghost tour was an interesting way of presenting living history. There were people dressed in period costume, having conversations as if you weren't there about events in the community. It was very well done. Sunday the some of the volunteers did a bread baking demonstration using a dutch oven. Great bread, now I want one so I can try. We are now at a beautiful park called Ft Desoto which was voted America's #1 beach by Dr. Beach (how do you get a name like that?). I want to be Madam Beach so I can test all the beaches in the world and have people pay me for my opinion…dreaming. Anyway the beach is very pretty and the campground has lot's of squirrels for Olivia to chase. Mark comes back tonight (Whoopee!) so I may not be able to write for awhile but will try to keep you informed.
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