NORTHERN NOTES

As I begin to write, it is late once again, 11:30 PM.
It has been a good day in the North.
But it has been busy. Good stuff has happened.

We uncovered and worked on the boat, and found a ten dollar bill On the bottom of the lake, under the motor.
I was in the water like a flash.
We dried it out. It was/is the real thing.

White caps convinced us eat in the slip. We’ll take ‘er out tomorrow, God willing.

Ten dollars!!
A good sign??

Another sign: upon arriving here Wednesday night, 11:00PM, we found a bird nest on our stairs.
Dried mud, straw, a perfect circle.

We don’t as yet know how it came to be there.
I am being honest.
I could make up some great explanations, especially after having had a bird land on my shoulder.
Anyway, we’ll find out the why and make it public.
I bet I could make up a better story.

Talk about omens!

And there have been three deaths: Ed McMann; Farah Fawcett; and Michael Jackson.

msm coverage has been interesting.
Now, we have not watched it, but occasional checking has revealed virtual preemption of news programming in favor the Jackson stuff.

And precious little time devoted to Farah or Ed.

Ed was a WW2 Marine fighter pilot and part of a unique TV duo.
Farah an important actress in her own right.

And then there is the coverage for Mike.

Was Mike an important part of the American scene??

He was important, but not in the same way as Mr. McMann and Miss Fawcett.

And yet he got/gets the coverage, ad nauseam (sp?).

There is meaning in that fact.
Enough said.

We talked of such things to a couple of our neighbors on our walks to and from the boat.

We talked of Iran and taxes and b.o. and the US House and Senate and shook our heads.

But we are in the North and those things are far away.

And one feels safe.

Perhaps that is one of the charms of this most perfect part of the world.