Tag: turtles

Late July, 2014

Isn’t summer supposed to be lazy? Slow, relaxing, full of lemonade and good books and camping?

Apparently not.

This summer offers up driving and not sleeping enough and everything breaking–holy carp, everything I lay a hand on or live beneath or even think about breaks this summer. The plus side to it: I secretly enjoy broken things that prevent me from being able to use my computer to connect with the outside world from home. Only that lack of connections puts a damper on things like, oh, blog posts, for example.

How am I managing this post? The library, of course. I’ve been touring local libraries, depending on where life takes me. This one has plugs built in to the tables, which is brilliant if you have a sad little netbook battery that no longer wants to hold a charge (see–everything breaks). It has very high ceilings, and portraits of dour white people, and never as many patrons as I think it should. This morning, it is quiet, and in a moment I’ll be getting back to work.

The other thing about this summer? The wilds have come to call on us. Moose in the pond. Bear trying to strike up a conversation during dog walks. A lone hummingbird diligently milking the flowers outside the bedroom window. I suspect they have meetings in the early morning where they discuss the situation on our road. “Truth is,” the moose might say, “There’s a lot of breakage going on there. I can see it through the windows. I think it’s safe to move in closer.”

Another thing? My thyroid is not trying to kill me. That’s always a good thing.

The last thing? Throughout the spring and summer I agonize over turtles. They cross the highway everywhere around here, and they are killed in catastrophic numbers. I was driving a few weeks ago with too many fast cars behind me, and a very big truck coming toward me, and a turtle making a break for the other side of the road. I couldn’t stop to get it; I never would have made it in front of the truck. I was heartbroken about it, and dreaded turning back and finding the aftermath.

There was none. The turtle made it. The truck must have stopped, and the stopped truck must have made others stop, and this one time the turtle made it. I felt like the Doctor in the episode where he jumps wildly about after managing to save everyone from a medical accident and shouts “Everyone lives! Just this once, everyone lives!”

I hope your summer is going well.

Three things

First, a PSA. It’s turtle season, at least in New England. Turtles are slow on land, and they tend to either amble faster or hide in their shells when frightened. Neither action does much to protect them from cars. This time of year, female turtles are hunting for nesting sites, and their journey often requires crossing roads. Around where I live, it means they’re venturing across winding rural highways, and many don’t survive.

Please, if you can, help them cross (always in the direction they are already traveling). If you can’t stop, at least watch for them in areas where roads border water. I thank you. Future generations of turtles thank you.

Second, if you like contests, consider checking out the Musa Memorial Day Blog Hop. Lots of contests, lots of opportunities to win a variety of ebooks!

Third, there’s still time to enter my thoroughly puzzling contest. There are also awesome entries now! They make me smile. I invite everyone to join them, though if no one else does, I think it may end up being a contest composed entirely of winners.