SEE YA LATER ALLIGATOR

Author of  Imogene's Eloise

Author of
Imogene’s Eloise


The first time I spotted the alligator in the murky waters of a man-made lake framing luxurious condos on one side and a city park on the other, I worried aloud for the safety of the mallards, Muscovy, and white, waddling ducks, the snapping turtles, giant goldfish, flock of pristine egrets, and wading blue heron, making their homes in the marshes there.

“And, the kids who play in this park,” my sweetheart added.

I didn’t respond. Not that I would ever want a person of any age to be harmed by an alligator, but there was no imminent danger in that. Only the nature-preying-nature lurked.

The lake is more for show and tell by realtors looking to justify pricey units with a view. There’s no swimming allowed, and since it’s illegal to feed wildlife in Florida outside of a reserve, observing nature in this park is mostly done from a deck built 15 feet above, and stretching 20 feet out over the water, where picnic tables are placed for brown baggers wondering what so many thieving sea gulls are doing there, some sixty miles inland. 

At first, all I saw were the mammoth marble shaped alligator eyes, trolling the lake’s surface, leaving innocent ripples of water in his wake.

“Or,” she said when I pointed out the marauding eyeballs, “it’s a submarine.”

“No, hon, I’m pretty certain it’s an alligator.”

“But, I’m thinking —  if it is a submarine…”

“It’s a gator, okay?”

“I’m just saying what it could be,” she persists, as the tire tracks of its back emerges. “Or, maybe one in camouflage to look like an alligator, so no one would suspect.”

Really, who am I to say otherwise? I thought.

We only visit this particular park once a year, in September or October, depending on what date the High Holy Days fall.

I won’t expound on the significance of these 10 days for those of you who aren’t Jewish, but I will share the custom of casting bread upon the water (tashlikh) as a symbol of one’s transgressions being disposed of. Unlike other religions, Jews don’t believe in original sin. Instead, we’re born pure, acquiring our indiscretions with age, intent, or ignorance along the way.

But, if we’re sincere in saying “I’m sorry” to those we’ve wronged, and have done good without expectation in return, and made an earnest effort to mend fences, the sin slate gets wiped clean on Yom Kippur, giving each of us another chance to get life right, and do it better.

The disclaimer appears in the setting of the sun, symbolizing the closing of the Book of Life, when even nonbelievers (secretly) want their names, and those of their loved ones inscribed therein — although no one learns who makes the cut until the High Holy Days roll around again the following year. (Because only those remaining in the here and now know if they were inscribed back in the then and there.)

For the record, I’m very disorganized about organized religion, to the point of anti-it.

But I do like everything about Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, the culmination of 10 days of introspection, taking stock of one’s life, offering amends, being grateful for whatever cards have been dealt, making promises and looking forward while witnessing the sun sink behind the trees, or beneath the ocean, or into the hills.

Of course, I’m pulling for more than family and friends. I want my pets to be included in that Book of Life, too, and mercy shown for all the animals on earth. I want children to be protected, and hurts healed. I want every woman to fall in love with the person who has fallen in love with her. My list is long. I ask a lot. It takes me the full 10 days to catalog all the hope in my heart.

“Watch out,” we were warned by a couple dawdling nearby. “The flora and fauna police are on duty.”

I glance over at the retiree in khaki shirt and shorts, feeling powerful on his unpaid patrol.

“I’m prepared,” I assured them. “I filled my pocket with stale bread, pre-pulverized in my Cuisinart to melt any evidence upon impact. Would you like a some?”

They showed me their cut up crusts of kosher rye. “No thanks. We’re good.”

As the sun began its steady decline, I confidently hurled a handful of crumbs to flutter like tiny confetti into the water below — forgetting that the brass ring  containing the keys to the car, our home, my sister’s home, the metal license tags of our dogs, and a silver kitty charm carried for good luck was also in that pocket.

It went with.

“I’ll be,” she said, looking down at the unintended snack. “It is an alligator!”

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To paraphrase a verse in a song from the original, Broadway cast album of The Unsinkable Molly Brown: Your prayer was answered, the answer was ‘no’ — She heard you all right.

Most of you who follow this blog, or my Facebook page know that I lost my kid sister in May, 10 weeks after she was first diagnosed with everywhere-cancer.

What I haven’t shared as much is, in that brief period (and since) I also lost both of my dogs, Buzzbee and Sparky, and a Russian Blue, tamed-to-my-touch, feral cat, Sneaky, twin brother to Pete. And, my car bit the dust.

When the last loss happened, I recalled the words attributed to Virginia Woolf upon being asked by her niece why the bird she’d found had to die. Woolf answered, “To make us appreciate life more.”

I’m not sure I concur. I don’t think I could appreciate life any more than I do.  My gratitude is fierce and deep and never falters — even when the answer is, indeed, ‘no’.

Because I see, and hear, and recognize the loss most others endure, daily, is so much greater than my own; the worldwide despair and hunger of millions in the dark of every night, the destruction of homes by flood and fire, the assault on nature by ignorance and greed, the ongoing slaughter of innocent and innocence, the intentional harm inflicted on the undeserving.

It doesn’t lessen the depth of loss I feel, but it does lessen the length of time I spend, struggling.

The High Holy Days come earlier this year and I’m on tenterhooks about it, to the point of being mindful of the fact that the ritual of tashlikh is to happen on the second day of Rosh Hashanah, not on Yom Kippur as I’ve always chosen to observe it.

We’ll be returning to the man-made lake, regardless — this time with an entire loaf of challah for the alligator.

We hope it was written into the Book of Life.

We hope we all were.

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by Marguerite Quantaine Copyright © 2015

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Marguerite Quantaine is an essayist and author.
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13 thoughts on “SEE YA LATER ALLIGATOR

  1. Deb

    My heart goes out to you. So sorry to hear of all the losses you have suffered.
    I am not Jewish, and I do not really believe in organized religion, but the idea of being born pure does resonate with me.
    If I had to follow a religion, I believe I would definitely look into yours. I hope it brings you great comfort.
    Sending love and positive thoughts to both of you ❤

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    1. margueritequantaine Post author

      Thank you, Deb, but well, you know, I was so very fortunate to have a sister I treasured, who treasured me. We spent almost every waking minute of her last weeks together, adding to the wonderful memories we’d always shared of our lives. And the animals — truly my dear friends, providing joy and comfort and purpose. Thank you for your warm words. If you do look into Judaism (or any religion), promise me you won’t take it too seriously. And, know that it’s not religion that brings me comfort — it’s people like you.

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      1. Deb

        I agree, it is the people and dear friends in life that bring comfort. You are richly, deservedly blessed.

  2. Kathy Brodrick

    This was fabulous!!! Enjoyed particularly learning more than I already knew about the Jewish faith. I too agree with being born pure instead of into sin…(SO stupid.). And so much more. I pretty much feel that all faiths & religions have Good beliefs AND Idiotic beliefs. The “Bible” often makes me irate. Although there is some poetic beauty there too. I prefer to be Spiritual more so than Christian, although that is what I was brought up as. And I pray to God Goddess Universe. I have Buddist friends who believe God is within & not some Higher Power. I like that too. But I do feel Spirit within and without, esp while meditating or praying.

    Anyway I loved your writing describing the alligator too!!! Exquisite!

    Kathy

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    1. margueritequantaine Post author

      You and I are more alike than not, Kathy — and needless to say, I like that in a woman! Thank you. Sending my very warmest, most sincere wishes to you and Doris. L’chaim! To life!

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  3. Donna Wells

    I am not an organized religion person, my beliefs consists of a little bit of this and a little bit of that, but mostly it’s just what lives in my heart. My prayers are for the health and well being of others. Thank you for the education of your religion, I have heard the terms many times, but never knew just what it was all about. This little bit fits nicely in my heart. Thank you MQ another thought provoking essay.

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  4. margueritequantaine Post author

    I think we’d all be better off if we listened to our hearts more, Donna, and I’m certainly glad to know you follow yours. Be well and of good cheer, my friend. Thank you for sharing what makes you so wonderfully you.

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  5. humanevolunteers

    Beautifully written. Sorry for your losses. As we age, there will be many more losses. This is the circle of life. As for religion, I am a Christian. You see, Christianity IS Jewish. Without Jewish history, how could we ever understand Christ?

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