HomeAugust 3, 1997
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Tom and Ned and 3 other poets plus one 11 year old singer/songwriter read/sang this morning at North Parish. They were good. Tom read a lot of Ferlinghetti, which I really liked. Ned read a lot of his own stuff as did the others. The 11 year old singer/songwriter was very good. He'll be approaching Ned's caliber by the time he's in high school at this rate. Elizabeth bonked her head on a table and celebrated her birthday with an ice pack on her head. It finally rained but not very much. Lots of sound and fury signifying nothing. I so much wanted to write a nice meaty journal entry before I put the journal on hiatus for a week while I go learn about The Coast as Represented in Nordic Piano Music, Kierkegaard and the Coast, The Lure of the Sea, The Apparition of Beauty in Fog and Gulls, etc., but I feel so oppressed by the heat and humidity that I hardly want to do anything let alone think or write. It is getting darn hard to keep this journal up to date, interesting, semi-well-written... I want to keep it going because I feel like I've only scratched the surface of what can be learned from this medium, but I am awfully glad I will be away from my computer for a week. For that matter, I need a break from litterboxes, piping plovers, and nieces too. Tomorrow morning is my last plover warden shift of the summer unless I have to fill in for someone else. We've had a lot of chicks this year, especially ones hatching recently from the re-nesting after the exceptional high tide in June. It feels like the summer has barely started, but the second batch of chicks will be ready to fly by the end of the month. Where did summer go? Where does it ever go? This month's Travel and Leisure has the results of last month's survey on favorite beaches. People overwhelmingly prefer white sand beaches with turquoise water. Well, people who read Travel and Leisure anyway. A couple of weeks ago I was talking to Nancy's new downstairs neighbor who was complaining he couldn't find white sand beaches in RI and there's too much seaweed and the water is cold... Poor guy moved here with his wife from Louisiana! (His wife is a doctor at Hasbro Children's Hospital - he's a furniture student at North Bennett Street) He misses the Gulf Coast beaches. I gave him a spiel on why sand is different colors in different places and how important seaweed is to marine life, but he wasn't buying any of it. I guess it is really disappointing for people from white sand/turquoise water places when they first encounter New England beaches, but c'mon! A lot of people really like New England beaches. And walking and tide pooling on a rocky beach can be a wonderful experience. New England is never going to be tropical! Heaven knows what the poor downstairs neighbor would think of the purple sand at Sandy Point (garnet sand - really dramatic to look at). I'm not doing justice to this topic and I know it. Too tired... |
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