“Lyndsey! I can’t tell you how great it is to hear your voice.”
“Don’t I know it. I missed you so much it hurt. And from what I hear, it wasn’t just you I missed, but the most excitement Amesbury has seen in decades. I can’t leave you alone for a minute, can I?”
“News travels fast.”
“Ha! News this big travels at the speed of light. Or at least radio waves going to my cell phone, and perhaps light in a fiber cable. Yeah, my dad called me. I just got off the phone with him before I called you.”
“Ah yes, he was an eyewitness to some of it. There was, of course, a lot more.”
“I’m sure there was. I received your text. So, Martha finally sent you that invitation, huh? My guess is the ball wasn’t sexy at all, but a bit morbid.”
“The ball was great, it’s what happened afterwards that took a turn towards the dark side. And the scene in the carriage house… I don’t want to talk about that over the phone. You have to be sitting here so we can cuddle and tell each other that it will be alright.”
“I can imagine. Dad was creeped out just by the old bones in the foundation. I’m sure if you witnessed it, even if it was just a ghostly shadow.” Continue reading →
Yep, my father. I haven’t talked to him yet today. I will. But I did talk to him for almost an hour on Friday, so it isn’t like we’re out of touch. And I went “eagle hunting” with him a couple of weeks back. Here is a photo from a previous eagle hunt, since I haven’t had time to look at this year’s photos yet. Continue reading →
Hello and Welcome! Come on in and I’ll get you a nice large mug of a very strong French Roast, a cuppa tea or other beverage. It’s a nice day and will be relatively warm. Pretty much typical mid to late June weather. The nights are cool (though they’ll be above average this week) and the days pleasantly warm. And where are we? Some may recognize the photo at the top to mean that we are in New Hampshire.
It was one of those weeks that I hardly remember what happened. It seems like there was something constantly going on, so I didn’t get much done, and yet the only thing I remember is Tuesday’s Lions’ Club meeting/June cookout. The first half of the week was sweltering, but the second half nice. I have a huge amount of writing piling up and feel behind. There is a lot of work around the house screaming to be done (I did do some over the week) and a couple of dogs screaming to be walked and played with. I think they still have extra energy stored from the days that were too hot to have them out much. Continue reading →
The other day I did a post about Bob Dylan’s Nobel Lecture. While I think it is still a great read and a great listen, in some ways classic Dylan, I have also discovered that some people think he plagiarized at least part of it.
First, in the past when it was pointed out that some of his lyrics and much of his earliest music, seem to be pretty similar to existing works, he pointed out that there was a long tradition in folk music (and jazz) to quote existing works. This is true. Some of his earliest songs work because of these quotes. There are some who think he never did an original thing, that he is complete phony. Of course, I’ve never heard that his classics, like “Blowing in the Wind”, “The Times They are a Changin'”, “Mr. Tambourine Man”, “Positively 4th Street”, or anything off of Highway 61 Revisited are plagiarized in any way. But some think they are all phony and awful. Continue reading →
I napped for about an hour after getting home from the library. It had stopped raining and the sun looked like it was attempting to come out. I puttered around the house, and by the time I ate dinner, the clouds had long since vanished. I felt restless and I knew I wasn’t going to talk to Lyndsey, so at about 8 PM, I went out for a walk.
After doing my normal route, I decided to swing through the “downtown” section of the village. It was beginning to get dark so I figured nobody would notice if I crossed the trestle and went behind the old mill.
I was passing a little hidden cubby in the back of the mill when I heard someone call my name. I turned and saw the black man that had been haunting the mill and my dreams for the past few weeks. He motioned me over to him.
“Today is my last day here and I need to talk to you,” he said.
“What?” I asked. I tried to clear my head. Nothing made sense. “This is a bit odd. Won’t somebody see?”
“Not many will see me, and as for you, we have watchers that will warn us if anyone comes close. If they catch you, say what you want. You were urinating on the wall or reading the inscription over there.” He pointed to a block on the wall. It had always been covered in ivy, but some of the vegetation had fallen away revealing words. I had never noticed it before and wondered if anyone else knew about it. “But you’ll have plenty of warning if anyone comes. The watchers will know.”
The trail was little used anymore, but it looked great. I thought that having a guidebook from the early part of the 20th century would be useless, but soon discovered that little had changed in the last 100 years. Of course, the trail brought me what I craved, solitude.
It was the second day out, just approaching twilight, and I knew I would soon have to stop for the night. I hadn’t seen a building, nor even another living person, since early morning so I was fearing I’d have to brave the night under the stars. A light fog began to fill the low points, making finding some sort of shelter imperative.
And then I spotted the little cottage.
My knock was answered by the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She wasn’t young, and yet radiated youth. She wasn’t old, yet I could feel the weight of deep wisdom. I was frozen by the vision of loveliness.
Her words loosened my tongue. “I am sorry to disturb you, ma’am, but I was wondering if you had a room that I could rent for the night.” Continue reading →
I think this week it is fitting to write about the return of summer.
This has been a very odd year, weather wise. Winter was milder than usual, but there were still some cold snaps and snow. Spring didn’t want to arrive and was stretched out. We had yo-yo weather, going from warmer than usual to colder than usual with no temperatures that were at all usual! And it’s been wet. Very wet.
After a very cold and wet start to June, temperatures warmed up. The extreme (for June) cold of Monday and Tuesday gave way to a few gorgeous early summer days. And then we had a heat wave (officially, a heat wave is three consecutive days above 90 F). Although I complained a little, I wasn’t as uncomfortable as I often am in a heatwave. The humidity was lower and the house started off at a much lower temperature because of the cold last week. The heat broke last night and we are look forward to several beautiful June days. The next week will see “normal” temperatures and a lot of sun shine. I see some rain in there and a few cooler than average and a few warmer than average days, but all within a very normal range. No more yo-yo weather. Continue reading →