by Guest Writer Suzie Cheel
When it is high tide, we climb some stairs to get from Rainbow Bay to Greenmount Beach.
On Friday as we were climbing the stairs I said to Des: “We don’t have an idea for Beach Notes this week. As we walked along the path we noticed some tourists photographing a bush turkey in a tree. Bush turkeys are usually seen scurrying around the ground, making what we call a mess, throwing dirt onto the pathway, but for them is just part of making their nest.
An idea came to mind, talk turkey: To speak frankly and get down to the basic facts of a matter.
Des often says one of the things he loves about me is my openness and honesty. He tells other people that “what you will get with Suzie is how it is: you mightn’t like it but you will always know where you stand.”
Recently I have been some conversations with myself on this exact topic. Have I been talking frankly with myself or have I been in a slight state of delusion?
Sometimes it is easier for me to “talk turkey” to an other than to myself.
What is your talk turkey story?
