Leaving my mark
So many books, so little time. Now that I’ve got “unlimited daytime and evenings” at hand, I’m amazed by the flood of materials, particularly in the self-learning sections of bookstores. What I couldn’t/didn’t learn in school can now be absorbed from the comfort of my armchair. But what if I had to choose just one?
Today, I noticed a title that is perfect for that moment when you need to leave an indelible (or almost) mark: The Art Of Letter Carving In Stone. With the right mallet and chisel, I could find a flat rock and wax poetic. But, what to choose? Suddenly, I remembered the perfect quotation from a prog-rock moment… “Confusion! will be my epitaph”.
Maybe later in the season. Right now, I’m fascinated by the come and go of the icepack offshore. No, it’s not thick. Watching the local ferry come in this afternoon, I could hear the approach, long minutes before the ship came into view. And when the return voyage passed by, scarcely two hours later, there was no ice in sight. It’s that “time of the season”, if you will.
We had more flurries, overnight. What seemed like an assured early spring, four weeks ago is now an ongoing reminder that the flower beds will be prepared when it’s time. Incidentally, that greenhouse company we visited last year is now up for sale. Seems that the owner has found something new to grow. Forget the flowers; he wants to sell grass. As for the goats that live there, everyone wants to know where they’ll be ending up.
