Hi all. As many of you may know, I have a house on Cape Cod. Unfortunately, I have not been visiting it very often. In fact, I was last down right around New Year’s Day. But I made it back last week!
I really didn’t do a lot. I did visit the landings near my house. I went running by the beach. I took a long walk in the woods. And I hung out. Not a lot, but it was great to be back after almost two months away!
Hello and Welcome! Come on over and I’ll get you a large mug of super strong dark roast, a cuppa tea or a hot cocoa. He can sit here at the table until it starts to rain, in which case we’ll pull it onto the covered patio area by the barn. It is warmish and feels nice, though it is supposed to rain most of the day. Where are we? Some may recognize the photo at the top as being from Cape Cod.
I remember her clearly, the oversized suitcase, the faded rose on her jacket.
Later, at the diner, I asked a local about her.
For at least 30 years she had gone down to the bus station daily and waited for her lover to come take her away.
Funny thing was that the dark-haired stranger had jilted her long before, back in the 1950s. She had waited patiently for him until she was 41 and began the crazy ritual.
I saw her the next day, the spring beauty just beneath the snowy old surface.
I wonder if she is still waiting?
Some of you (if you are old enough) may recognize this as coming from the song Delta Dawn (or try this if you like Tanya better than Helen), only I set it 30 years later, say 2003, when poor Dawn is in her 70s, not her 40s (the song says 41).
What does the image at the top have to do with the subject of the poem? A few months back I had a really strange dream. While trying to describe it to Sue Vincent, I decided to draw a quick picture. I later added it to the post (which you can see if you go to the post).
Hello! I hope you all had a great weekend. I know I did. It was sunny and relatively warm. OK, it got above freezing, if only by a degree or two, but the bright sun made it feel warm! The week wasn’t as cold or nasty as it was in some parts of the country, but the weekend weather sure was welcome!
Mostly because of the weather, but for a few other reasons, I have not been running in almost a month. Even in the cold weather I typically bundle up and run at least three times a week, so a month off, well, I could feel it. And then last week I was feeling a little down. I started to do my normal exercise routine on Monday, but my left arm hurt, so I didn’t do it. I didn’t do it Tuesday either. Or Wednesday, Thursday or Friday!
Hi all! I know the weather has been whacked, particularly in parts of the US, but I hope you had a good week and had something to smile about. We had a few smiles come in over the last week. If you need something to smile about, just check them out.
Hello and Welcome! Here, I will shovel off dust off a spot for you at the picnic table. It is nice and sunny, if not too warm. I did see flakes in the air just a few minutes ago, but I think we are done. It is actually supposed to get above freezing today! Anyway, I will go get you a nice large mug of super strong dark roast, a piping cuppa tea or some hot cocoa. Isn’t the back yard with the new fallen snow pretty? You can imagine we are a million miles from civilization even though we are in the middle of the village. Oh, were are we? Some of you may recognize that once again we are in New Hampshire. Yes, I will be returning to Cape Cod eventually! Just an odd winter…
We do not have quite the weather news that some parts of the country have! The “big one” was mostly rain and slush here. It still left us with quite a bit of snow, but the snow was the consistency of a ceramic after it all refroze. It snowed all day yesterday, but did not accumulate very much, perhaps 4″/10 cm, perhaps a little more. It has been pretty cold since mid/late January, which I guess makes up for the first half of January. I think this week will return to normal, which is great.
A couple of weeks ago I told you about some changes to my blog and other web pages. The big thing, of course, is changing the blog to its own domain to get rid of the advertisement.
I also talked about updating some other web sites. I did finish the first part of the updates, but didn’t say anything because of the release of The Old Mill.
Well, that is now past, so time to link talk about my web presence :)
After looking through it all, I discovered that I have quite a few sites! Each has its own function.
Blog (this site). Almost daily updates with stories, poems, photos, drawings and just plain talk. Trent’s World Web Page. A static web page about my creative side. It is a good place for galleries and links to other sites. Author site. Pretty basic. Just links to my books for now. Amazon author’s page. My page on Amazon. YouTube. This is where I share some of my music. It is mostly recordings by me and most of the music is music I have written. Instagram. I do little here, but will occasionally post photos from my phone. 90% of posts are to get the image to my personal FB page ;)
So that makes six web sites! This one is, of course, the most important, but I am going to try to maintain all of them.
If you have time, I’d like you to visit a couple of galleries on my Trent’s World Page. The first is just drawing and painting in general. the other is figure drawing, i.e., nudes, which is why I kept it separate.
(This story was posted almost exactly a year ago, on 2/14/2020 (Valentine’s Day!) With Sue not able to put up a new write-photo prompt, I decided to revisit this one :) And a reminder to visit the Carrot RanchSue Vincent Rodeo Classic.)
I felt the turbulence as she entered the room, the low pressure system sucking the air out and drawing all eyes in.
A flash of lightning struck as she glanced around the packed room.
The crowds parted as torrent moved forward.
She didn’t even see me as she passed inches away, but the gale force winds turned me with her.
She went at the bar.
People turned back to what they were doing. The music came back on.
I remembered to breath.
But then I saw her again. I drew in a sharp breath.
My mind clouded up.
How dare I even think I could even speak to one such as her?