The other day, Dusty and I were Dyping (a beta version of Skype), when she had a brilliant idea. We chattered a bit about the summers days, and how they were more than than just lovely and temperate if not wild and mysterious as for real. And she was like, can’t you show me those last two videos?
= Hey Jan, can’t you put those videos on a conference call so I can watch them too?
-Surely we can.
And thus we did.
Apart from the videos that you can find in the sumer editions of Dolphin Address I have made a few more. Some of those I put on Facebook, but since I have only 104 Fb friends, but an average daily visitor number of 249 op Dolphin Address, in November, I figured it’d be worth the while to organise them into a sweet Christmas Suite.
And while we were watching I also chalked down some of Dusty’s comments:
-This one I took on October 25th
Snoutsie (click on the photo titles to see the video)
=Oh boy, eyeballing me with your camera again!
-Come on now, you told me you like a lottle attention.
=Yeah, right, giving you a hard time, aren’t I? Hihi, who’s tickling who now?
But, eh, Trevor’s waiting for me, so wipe the drips from your fingertips, you step grab hero!
-And this was the last time, December 6
=Yes, and so typical, I stay away from the surface so that guy doesn’t get wet, but still he does. A hard head never learns the oceans trust.
-OK, now for some sunnier times. This is a sweetheart, my first candid elbow camera footage of you unsuspectingly trailing along. Look at how affectionately you are nuzzling me.
=Well Jan, I would rather not have to tell you this, but you have a serious back problem. As my sonar examination turned out your sciatic nerve is compressed by three dislocated spinal discs and it’s going to take a long time or a risky operation to overcome that.
-I know, Dusty, it tears me asunder, but it doesn’t bother me in the water, so let’s make the best of it.
-Actually, I like this one even better, taken from the tip of my waterwing as you’re even more in frame.
=Oh, you want a second opinion now, all right, give it a try with the Feldenkraais therapy, Tara Healing in Ennis is where you go!
-This is one of my try-outs to lure you into the sound shade of the rocks at the far side of the beach.
=O yes, the blasting turmoils. That was very sweet and I owe you one, and Mildred, and Simona but special thanks to Elizabeth, a true wonder woman, all the way from Scotland!
-isn’t it a Postcard Day?
=Ha, you might want to spin that one again and observe how delicately a drop of water blurs the secret cuddle spot that only you and I know. Very discretely well done, boy! Moreover, you have no idea how jolly the refracted light tickles my supersensitive skin!
-Well then I have an eldorado for you here, bathing in the purest golden of sunshine, abundantly poured and scattered in all its brilliance and your skin absorbing and shining the light.
=Oh yes, I remember that one: you were filming me, ha that was a good one and you were caressing the camera!
-Yes, because I wanted to draw your attention with something that you could or wouldn’t understand, so I caressed the camera.
=I know Jan, and I knew all along you wanted my attention, so I gave you some. Can we talk about me again now?
-All right, observe the smoothness I stroke you with, it’s a genius mixture of reluctance and apprehension.
=You are the Sun, Jan, and you do know how to sell that brutally blinding hole in the sky that hurts my eyes looking and takes an ocean to fight the fire. But let me hurry to add, and it brings in you, my friends.
-I have one more for you.
=Ha, shouldn’t I have a baseball cap on my head here, doing something as technical as inspecting the rudder?
-Maybe so, but you know that you helped me to a lot of inspiration with your sun dappled body.
=Now don’t bottle my nosiness, pour it out!
-As you know I’m doing an art course and I’ve always been jealous of your golden shroud.
=Right, when the sun shines I’m your best dressed dolphin.
-Indeed you are and that I wanted to express in art.
=You wanted to water paint me.
-Not quite. I drew you on a large sheet of paper and with a pair of scissors cut you in a hundred slivers. Then I recomposed you with every third sliver, three times. I tried to let you swim through all your slivers, but only got this far:
=That’s pretty awesome still, your eyes must have been dazzling in your face.
-They were indeed and if only I could have attained perfect precision, I would have alternated the three different compositions within their swimming, so everyone at home could share the bedazzlement that you so generously bestow on me. Believe me, I tried, but this will have to do.
=Not to worry, my friend, you have more than illustrated the point and now everybody can imagine for themselves what this ultimately would look like.
-You’re so kind, Dusty, I so hoped you’d understand.
=No worries mate, it’s all retro pop-art to me, I live in a world where sound and light are vital and I’m just happy you found a way to tiptoe into an understanding.
-Thank you, Dusty, you know how to play ball!
And with this last remark she stood upright, taking to the vertical as she so well knows my posture. Still our eyes met at the same level as we had depth aplenty and she said:
‘I’m so glad you arranged this virtual meeting, Jan, and I would like to take this opportunity to wish all my fans, no, everybody in the whole wide world, and that includes all animals, whether free or oppressed, from the tiniest stickleback to the magnificantest blue whale, not just a merry Christmas, but far more so an Ocean of Feelgood in 2015!’
And I would add to that, remember what the Dormouse said: Free your head, free your head!