Mrs. Teabody Catches a Wave
Come sail away? ( Written January 15 on Isla Mujeres, Quintana Roo) Ordinarily, Mrs. Teabody restricts the writing of her little missives to time at home -- greeting the day whilst looking at her beloved Tuscarora Mountain. After all, on holiday one likes to keep one's brain set on "barely functioning" when a body of blue water is nearby. HOWEVER, the brand new but thoroughly-soaked vacation ensemble that lies drying in the Caribbean breeze has sent Mrs. Teabody to the keyboard to share her thoughts about the nature of the sea and the nature of life with you, Gentle Reader. As Mrs. Teabody writes, the always beautiful and ever-changing sea fills her view. Less conspicuous are the forms of sea life that she knows are gurgling, piping, and leeching along less than one hundred feet away as Mrs. Teabody taps upon the black square keys. The Teabodys are dwelling in a smallish but stunning and impeccably-maintained house perched directly on the seafront in