Traction
At some point, the child comes out of the musical shadow of the parent, and affirms his identity. I can tell you when it happened, for me; thanks to a neighbour, I heard my first Led Zeppelin album. With it came the revelation that there were artists, beyond the content of our minimalist home record collection. More importantly, the realization that musically, I could “do” stuff like this. A note just came across my timeline, saluting the 50th anniversary of the album in question, and suddenly I feel old. In a good way.
Recently, I’ve been filling the feeders in front of the house. The birds appreciate such attention to detail. They’re fast; in the time it takes me to suspend one bin and move laterally to the next, the little robbers are already busy. Do they sit and watch? Are they fearless (of me)? I could be setting a trap! I’m not, but I could be! Instead, I’m already wondering if I’ll run out of seeds before I run out of clients.
The first reports are in, from our new tire change out. Apparently, going down the sand road to the shore is much easier now. Traction. We still, theoretically, have a few weeks of snow ahead, so that’s an important detail. Now, I hope that caution isn’t thrown to the wind, because tow jobs up from the beach aren’t easily arranged. How me we take this as a conclusive test, and leave the serious stuff until late next summer. Winter beach visits are highly overrated. Or else, make a movie, for posterity.
