I am at the house in Jackson the way it was when I was a child, with a carport in back and the shed
chamber above it. John and Mom do not seem to be present. We are carrying stuff, perhaps toys since
some of the items I identify as primitive videogame consoles with thick cases of sparkly pink plastic,
out to the driveway in front of the icehouse.
One of the items is a stackable plastic chair which I need to clean up because it is coated with
something like paint or mud. I am carrying a cloth with which I wipe the coating off the chair but my
cloth soon becomes soiled and the coating gets on my hands as well. Then I noticed that my cloth is
becoming threadbare and developing holes, and is not even fabric, but paper.
Looking over towards the Model "A" shed I see a large green Komodo Dragon facing me and I comment to
Daniel that it could be a problem because it might attack me. Shortly afterwards it did attack but
it was slow and I was able to clamp my jaws onto the tip of its lower jaw when it tried to bite my
head. Holding it with my jaws, I call out to David to get my gun to kill it, then realize he might
be able to find the gun so I tell him to get a knife from the kitchen. He brings a long kitchen
life and stabs the lizard several times in the abdomen. A copious amount of purplish blood followed
by water pours out of the wounds, then more water gushes out of the animal's anus. The dragon
shrinks and deflates until it is only a couple feet long and an inch or two thick and it appears
that it will die, but then it eats a small amount of something so I know that it will live, though
it is no longer dangerous.
I am going to go birdwatching, and perhaps also show some of the birds to Sarah, so I grab a bucket
and go over to the Model "A" shed where I here a couple of chickadees and see a Wilson's Warbler
in the grass and a Yellow-rumped Warbler on a board. The bucket is how I record the sightings, perhaps
by putting a slip of paper in it for each species.
I start walking down the road to the field with Eric on my left and Sarah on my right. Susan is
down in the cabin but I decide that I don't need to let her know before we go. As we are passing
the barn, Eric asks me incredulously, "Is there anything you can't do?" I reply that I never really
played golf or football, either kind.