Surfline sounds
Just over a kilometer from my kitchen window to the shore. I take great comfort (and pride) in that number, because my long term plan involves staying here. Far enough inland to be safe from rogue waves, yet close enough to hear the sound. At least, when the wind is blowing the right way.
Went outside a few minutes ago, mainly to check on my bin (pickup day). Hearing the call of the surf, I could imagine warmer days, when I could go to the edge of the water without seven layers of clothing. What did my ancestors think of the area? They came and they stayed, so the impression was likely favorable. But, did they have the time to simply listen, or was the day a steady workload? I wish that some of them had left me a written manifesto, about “life at the end of the island”.
After reading material from others (in particular, Ireland), I also wondered what area of that land matched mine. You know, in terms of area, population, climate. Life in general. Without actually testing things for myself, it seems that our corner of the world is a little like Mayo. So many unanswered questions.
The world is watching, and wondering. How will the crazy times play out in DC? The current residents say they’re planning to stay on, but the photos coming in show those same residents busily carrying away souvenirs from the big house. Odd way to show your intention to remain in place. Also, should I start shopping for pirate booty? Is eBay the best vendor?
Give me a few more minutes, and the family tree will move beyond 101K
