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it ain't easy January 3, 2002 |
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Today's Reading Last Year's Reading Photos It Ain't Easy Baltic Gull in the Crow's Nest Ring-billed Gull Window with Reflections Another Window with Other Reflections |
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Anyway, the reader will have guessed by now that it's that magical time of year again, the 161st anniversary of the day Herman Melville set sail on the Acushnet for the whaling voyage that would result 10 years later in Moby Dick. And you know what that means, boys and girls... it's time for the Moby Dick Marathon!
An ice sculpture of a right whale's
tail gleams in the sun outside the front door of the museum.
Potted Christmas trees sponsored and decorated by local
businesses still line the cobblestone streets around Johnny
Cake Hill. In the harbor, guys wearing at least
three sweatshirts apiece cut lumber on the deck of It
Ain't Easy. The refrain "... you know it ain't easy. You
know how hard it can be. The way things are going ..." runs
through my head as I watch them. Two boats named
Explorer and Seeker bob next to each other. I
half expect to see boats named Truth and
Beauty, but that would be far too metaphysical.
Explorer and Seeker are bright red and
sparkling while It Ain't Easy is rusty and faded.
Gulls perch in the rigging and on the rails. Tugs push a
barge loaded with what looks like a desert landscape -
mountains of tawny sand. The sounds of bilge pumps, power
saws, and During one of the chapters I'm not particularly fond of, I wander into the gift shop and discover these absurd gummy orcas, yes little candy killer whales, made by a local candy company and priced for a kid-sized budget (they're in the kids' section) at $1.50 for a bag of them. I can't resist buying a bag with which to tease Nancy. I swim one through the air toward her mouth and watch her try to figure out if it's edible and what on earth it is supposed to be. Is that really a gummy orca? Yup. They taste sort of citrusy and grapey at the same time. And, for candy, they look remarkably like orcas. The afternoon light fades in the
Lagoda Room. Ahab's speech, the Sunset and
Dusk chapters - 37 and 38 - drift over the hot cider,
chowder, and plum Again we move. This time to the Jacobs Family Gallery as the huge lobby where KOBO the blue whale's remains hang from the ceiling is now called. Yes the bones still smell faintly of whale oil. I was kind of hoping they would. When the smell finally fades, will people forget those bones were once alive? The Jacobs Family Gallery's huge
picture windows superimpose reflections of the officer of
the watch's table and the spectators' chairs on the lighted
window displays in the art gallery across the street. They
reflect the video monitors from the balcony above making it
seem like whales are swimming silently back and forth
somewhere over the cobblestone streets, over the rusting
boats in the harbor, and over the Christmas lights
decorating the rigging of A woman wearing a lavender plaid jacket takes notes in purple ink. A box of pencils in more colors than I knew existed sits at the ready on the chair next to her. Plumbers and artists, ministers and songwriters, students and teachers read into the night. Sometime after 10:00 there's some mention of a bird called a sea raven and I start wondering what that could be. It gets cold in the Jacobs Family Gallery, surrounded by all that glass, and sometime around 11:30 we decided to head for the motel I've booked us into for a few hours sleep. We already knew we weren't going to stay awake for the whole 25 hours so I think we've done pretty well. After all, it ain't easy. |
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Copyright © 2002, Janet I. Egan |