Monday, March 30, 2015
My posts here have been neglected because of my recent enthrall with facebook. I am growing addicted to the immediate response I get to my posts. I expect the fascination will lessen......I hope it will. Here I am free to wander around in my head, and even though it is still electronic media it seems private enough to ramble. It is less a news flash and more a stream of consciousness.
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
I can't begin to describe the agony of that parting. So far in my life nothing can compare with it. I won't belabor the point, but for four years we wrote every day. The letters came in envelopes specifically designed for "AIR MAIL," with the stamps on them upside down, indicating love. The long distance relationship prevented me from even considering dating anyone else, even had I had the opportunity......which I did not. I don't know what either one of us was thinking, clinging to each other in some undefined hope that we would be reunited. Gradually the letters became fewer and fewer, and then ceased entirely. What a slow, painful death our relationship suffered. Why we never broached the subject of reuniting I don't know. It was too vague a concept, I guess.........an impossibility that we tried to ignore.
We did not forget each other, though. After my marriage ended I wrote him a letter, to which he replied with a special delivery note. He, too, had a failed marriage. We took up our long-distance relationship again. The romance was gone after so many years. Neither one of us even thought of reviving it. But we became fast friends. We are in contact to this day. Every year I receive several expensive Christmas presents from him. I have visited him in Albuquerque three or four times and he has come to Maine, I think three times, to see me. We talk on the phone occasionally. It is an uncommon connection, I think, and one we both treasure.
Sunday, March 08, 2015
Here is another Clark St drift, slowly melting and freezing again. producing caves and stalactites as nature is fond of doing on scales big and small.
Friday, March 06, 2015
This morning I read some entries in a blog about taking care of chickens. I felt very guilty about the way I care for mine. The author talked about what a chicken environment should be, complete with pictures of her coops which are nicer than my house.........certainly cleaner. She emphasizes ventilation, light, and fresh air. All of these are pretty much absent in my girls' world. Their one window fogs up so they can't see through it, and the only fresh air they have comes through two silver dollar size holes I drilled in the end walls. Of course the door does not close tightly, so maybe that counts. She recommends artificial light to keep the chickens laying eggs all year round. I opted out of that from the beginning, thinking that the natural day-night rhythm would be better for them.........and give them a vacation from egg-laying. If I were in their place, I would certainly need a vacation from producing one of those monstrosities every day. I don't know how they stand it.