Thursday, January 28, 2010
So I did. And my son did partake of its delicious, life-giving liquid. One sip, a horrible face, and the rest of it went immediately down the drain. So much for the survival coconut. I hollowed it out and hung it in a tree, hoping a bird would nest in it. I think, however, our land-lubbing plains birds are either confused or frightened, because over the past year it's just been hanging there, slowly turning black.
I'm staring at it wistfully, though, as I stand here splitting wood in anticipation of yet another monster snowstorm. I remember the exact spot I picked up that coconut: a lonely little bit of shoreline facing the lovely, mysterious, inscrutable vastness of the Atlantic. Heady stuff for an Oklahoma boy.
The week we got home from that trip we got blizzard warnings, whiteout and two feet of snow. I swore then that someday, after the kids were grown and gone I'd fulfill my newfound life's dream of moving to the Keys, living under a nice comfy bridge on US 1 and being a fishing bum.
If you've never had the opportunity to experience the unique charms of a plains-state blizzard, I'd refer you to Thomas Hobbes. Like life, a plains blizzard is generally nasty, brutish and (thankfully) short.
This will all be out of here by the weekend. Whether we will have power in its wake is another question entirely.
So here I am, holding a splitting maul and watching that coconut sway in the frigid Oklahoma wind. School's cancelled today and tomorrow and the NWS is predicting freezing rain, ten inches of blowing snow and widespread power outages.
I want to go fishing. I want to be with the coconuts.
Posted by Chad Love at 7:29 AM