Foghorn.
Fishing boats.
Neighbor’s rooster.
Dripping coffee water.
Rabbits scratching at their cage, itchy to get out.
As for you?
Tag: Life
Hey Buddy
intended a big breakfast but naw just too much on me plate already resigned to the longest grass on the block and not to shave subtract months in right blending mystery rather than clarity such essence of romance as I’m hoping get back to me when you can
Purely for amusement, of course
As a friend tells it, she and a cousin were visiting a carnival in another town and, on a whim, decided to have a palm reading done at a fortuneteller’s booth.
Once they were under way, the psychic looked puzzled. “I have to ask,” she said, hesitantly. “Are you a prostitute?”
Initial shock passing, came the reply, “No, why?”
“Because I see you surrounded by men.”
Ahh! Not so off the mark after all.
“I had to tell her I work at the pier and am surrounded by longshoremen.”
I’m filing this under Local Color.
That’s it, blame driver error
After a recent Windows upgrade, I keep finding my remote speaker disconnected from Bluetooth when I first go to use it, say for a Zoom meeting or the musical tracks I need for practicing my parts for our upcoming choral concert.
“Driver error” is Microsoft’s excuse. Like somebody’s going to get a traffic ticket?
Still, it’s annoying, like being pulled over by flashing lights in your rearview mirror. Yes, officer?
Well, I keep hoping they fix it. Isn’t that what those upgrades are for?
Yeah, I can just imagine being told, “Tell it to the judge.”
Whoever that is.
Popular fish caught around Eastport
And not all of it’s meant for human consumption. Some of it’s used for bait, usually for lobsters.
- Along the coast we have mackerel. It’s a small fish and oily, one that doesn’t keep well, but cooked promptly or smoked for storing, it’s a lot like salmon. For sports fishing here, seems everybody’s catching ‘em, sometimes six on a line. Some folks even trade buckets of them for lobster.
- Alewife. Migrates from the sea late every spring. Another small fish that needs to be cooked promptly or pickled for canning. Also used as prime lobster bait.
- Herring. A century ago, these were the basis of Maine’s sardine industry.
- Smelt. They’re small, often dip-netted, and can be pan fried and eaten whole. Pacific Northwest Natives called them candlefish, for their oil. Around here, they often show up on the line when casting for mackerel.
- Flounder. The species includes fluke, and they like to hang out around pilings and docks – the kinds of places where many folks fish.
- Halibut. Now we’re getting to the kinds of fish you might recognize on a restaurant menu or at the grocery.
- Haddock. Ditto.
- Turning to freshwater, we have several species of trout.
- And bass. or perch.
- Plus landlocked salmon. Migratory salmon are off-limits, however.
Clamming is also big when the tide’s out. Not that they’re actually fish.
Witch and all these smile from my wall
beginning sabbatical read and sun with nature study scripture prayer and meditation to catch up and travel, minister, restore ‘ships and then put off hiking, avoid making to-do lists yet indulge that minor weekend correspondence just seems too much to handle again too long under that ambitious frustration by necessity what has always remained two-thirds unfinished dancing after all the floating deliberation now hard-working on this May your clean bean, dearly
There are times it’s taking me all day to write three sentences
That’s not the way it used to be, not when I was younger and could dash things off in the flush of inspiration, but it is what I’ve encountered revising my last two books.
It’s not even Wes McNair’s advice to write 400 good words every day. Not unless one of those sentences is an over-the-top wonder of 250 to 300 words.
The turtle pace here seems to arise when I’m trying to weave some new material into an existing draft, making it connect on two sides seamlessly. It’s not just the craft of fine writing, actually, but also the thinking more deeply about the unseen significance of the subject at hand. What, exactly, is beneath the surface before us?
Of course, as a writer, this pace also has me wondering if I’ve simply used up all the easy stuff and left the bigger challenges for my senior years.
Any suggestions?
Some common fears
- Intimacy. Oh, my, this could lead to another Tendrils. You know, the ways we feel vulnerable.
- Poverty. This one even gets twisted up in white superiority and racism, if you look really closely.
- Being pulled over while driving. Though it’s unlikely to be a death sentence for me.
- Lawsuits. Which can lead to poverty, above.
- Being held up or robbed. Well, that can be like a lawsuit plus potential violence.
- Rejection. Which also leads back to intimacy, above.
- Shame. Well, usually shame is linked to something you’re born with, but it still connects with fear, along with its first-cousin, guilt – arising from something you did bad, really bad.
- Hunger. Not that most Americans actually go without food long, but just watch their reactions when they have to fast or go more than two or three hours without a nibble.
- Debilitating illness or physical handicap. Blindness, deafness, dementia, for starters. Or falling off a ladder at my age.
- Dying as a failure. You know, without achieving something big to advance mankind. Or just plain going to Hell.
Do these all involve pain?
What would you add to the list?
We truly are blessed with abundance
Here’s hoping my reflections on life here at the Barn stimulate an awareness of so many of the riches around you, too.
Dear Ab’gail
there’ll be no gardening to ground down to the end of this place bitterly eliminating so much accumulation before swimming through the cloudy first day at liberty disregarding temptation right off the bat to say nothing of ferocious loving What discipline will emerge? except in the leaves of greenhorn pages there’s work awaiting, oh boy, I bought this overnight woods heavy and wet but daily shaving’s a pain so perhaps by the time thee sees me again I’ll be scraggly not paying bills is hardly superfluous still wish you were here on the trail
