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The Memorial Day Picnic

At the Memorial Day Picnic, the same old people told the same old stories. They lauded the successes of a colleague and kvetched about the jobs they were lucky to still have.

A young man with a chronic illness made his brief, ghostlike appearance, and a young woman, back from her adventures recounted her stories to a rapt audience.

They watched her with the same intensity as the watched the latest thriller at the movie theatre and then talked about what show they wanted to see next.

Feeling empty, she walked to a distant table where a lone greybeard quietly ate his pasta. He had starred in a similar show years earlier and some had thought his travels drove him mad.

On the way home, he thought of all those heroes who had returned to share their bounty, only to be misunderstood. He hailed them in his heart as part of his confederacy of crazy uncles.

Later, passing him on the road home was a Jeep of four disconnected youth telling jokes and rapidly heading nowhere.

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Another Powerline Fire



Burning Powerline, originally uploaded by Aldon.

Back in January during an ice storm, a branch came down on the power lines near our house and we had a Powerline fire. We ended up being without power for about eight hours and had some concerns about the responsiveness of the emergency services here in Woodbridge.

This afternoon, we had more heavy storms. In this case, there were tornado warnings that never amounted to much other than some heavy rain. After the rain died down, I did my regular Sunday evening Internet Radio Show with my daughter. Towards the end of the show, I heard a loud explosion and saw a bright flash outside my office window. It was very similar to the explosion I heard back in January, but we did not lose power.

So, after the show ended, I walked down the driveway and onto the service road to check out the power line poles. Sure enough, the second pole in on the service road had a small little fire on top of the pole. Given how small the fire was and how wet everything around was, I expected that the fire would go out fairly quickly, but I felt it was better to be safe than sorry, so I ran back up to the house and called 911.

Perhaps they remembered the event of January as well as I did, so they asked for extensive details and were at the house very quickly. Yet even by then, the fire had in fact gone out. A police officer and a couple firemen looked at the pole and determined all was okay. The officer told me he would call United Illuminating to report the problem.

The service road is heavily wooded and often overlooked. It was good that the police and firemen looked checked out the service road and that they will follow up with UI. It seems as if the power lines are not properly maintained around here and these problems are likely to recur. At least it is good to know that the local police and fire departments are better aware of the problem and its location now.

Twenty Five Books You’ve Read That Will Always Stick With You

About a week ago, I was tagged in the Facebook meme “Twenty books you’ve read that will always stick with you”. As is typical, instead of just listing off twenty books, I thought I would write a blog post (which will automatically get loaded as a Facebook Note), where I list those books, as well as provide a little back story on them.

Unfortunately, when I started working on this, I was thinking it was twenty-five books, so you get five extra books at no extra cost. Also, I’ve sorted them in terms of when I read them.

The first few books are from my childhood. Flip, by Wesley Dennis was written back in 1941 and is about a young horse learning to jump. He has a dream about having wings, and this enables him to make his big jump.

The Story of Ferdinand by Munro Leaf back in 1936 is another childhood favorite of mine. It is of a young bull that liked to sit and smell the flowers.

Lightfoot the Deer by Thorton Burgess rounds out the early childhood section. It was originally published in 1921. For some reason this book by Burgress is the first of his that comes to mind, although I read every book of Burgess I could find.

As I got a little older, I didn’t read as much. One series that I did read was the Danny Dunn books. Danny Dunn and the Homework Machine is the one that comes first to mind. It was written by Jay Williams in 1958. I read may of the Danny Dunn books when I was around ten and I believe I did a book review on this one.

Yet I enjoyed science fiction and fantasy much more. I read many of the Roger Zelazny books in the Chronicles of Amber, with Nine Princes in Amber being the most memorable.

Of course, The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien, as well as the whole Lord of the Rings series was also important to me.

However, the fantasy book that most stuck with me was The Last Unicorn written by Peter S. Beagle and first published back in 1968.

As I grew older a book that especially caught my attention was Dhalgren by Samuel R. Delany.

Another writer that greatly captured my attention around this time was Hermann Hesse. Like other writers that I enjoyed, I sought out and read every book by Hermann Hesse that I could find. Siddhartha was one of the most influential for me. I also sought out books by his mentor, Gottfried Keller and read some of his books as well.

When I went off to college, I ended up studying philosophy and Plato’s: Euthyphro, Apology, Crito was one of the important early influences on my interest in philosophy.

Kierkegaard’s Fear and Trembling was another very important book for me, as were the writings of Wittgenstein.

The other great philosophy book that I was introduced to around that time was Robert Pirsig’s Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry into Values. It is a book that I often go back to read.

My favorite philosophy professor encouraged me to take more literature classes, which unfortunately I ignored until my senior year, when I took some great literature classes. It was then that I discovered the writings of Virginia Woolf. Two of her books were particularly influential on me: Mrs. Dalloway and To the Lighthouse.

Around the same time, I was introduced to James Joyce’s work. Ulysses is perhaps the one that especially jumped out at me, although all of his books have been important and I even read some of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man to my daughters when they were young. They didn’t believe me when I talked about it being such an important piece of literature and then started reading about the moocow coming down along the road and meeting baby tuckoo. And yes, I had a hairy face when I the first few pages to them.

I also took a writing class in college where three books were added to my collection of very important books. Denise Levertov’s Light Up the Cave, Ezra Pound’s ABC of Reading and T.S. Elliot’s The Sacred Wood - Essays on Poetry and Criticism stuck with me as books that have greatly shaped my thinking about reading and writing.

After college, I lived for some time on a sailboat on the banks of the Hudson River on the Upper West Side of New York City. It was a great way for a young reader to live. In the summer, I would sit on the back of the boat eating a salad I would pick up from one of the shops on Broadway reading one after another great European novel. In the winter, when life on a boat in the North East was harder, I would huddle under the covers with a bottle of Scotch and a long cold Russian Novel.

There were many great books that I read during that time and many of them have stayed with me. A few of the more important ones included The Brothers Karamozov, Remembrance of Things Past, Pride and Prejudice, and The Mill on the Floss

Another important book for me from this time was William Least Heat Moon’s Blue Highways: A Journey into America. It is another one of those books that I return to from time to time. A while ago, I started my Long Blue Tail project, where I was following Blue Highways, and searching to see what I could find of various stops along the way looking through social media. It has been several months since I added anything there, but I hope to get back to it again someday soon.

As my career took twists and turns, I worked with an organizational consultant who had been trained in the Group Relations tradition of Tavistock. Through her, I found many interesting books about group dynamics in the workplace. I learn of ‘Social Dreaming’ and was introduced to the book The Third Reich of Dreams. It is an out of print and hard to find book, but it is a very important book for looking at how all our dreams are inter-related.

When my children were born, I discovered some old books and some new books for children. No list would be complete without Goodnight Moon, and at least one book by Robert McCloskey, such as Blueberries for Sal.

Two other books I should add to this group include My Great-Aunt Arizona by Gloria Houston and illustrated by Susan Condie Lamb. Ms. Lamb was the mother of one of my eldest daughter’s first playmates. The other very important book is The Year of the Perfect Christmas Tree: An Appalachian Story. It is also written by Gloria Houston and has a similar sensibility.

As my children got older, I read them Watership Down. It was an important family event, and now Fiona is reaching the age to read Watership Down to her.

One final book for the list, which has grown even further past the twenty or twenty five books originally intended. E. B. White’s One Man's Meat is a collection of his essays written on his saltwater farm in Maine. I’ve often thought that this collection of essays is a must for any aspiring blogger.

So, there you have my expanded list. What’s yours?

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Can it be that it was all so simple then?

The idyllic evening light faded on the children as they ran across the school ground. Inside, parents were chatting over the remains of a potluck dinner. It had brought back memories of my childhood, when I was one of the children running with the pack. The only thing that was missing was the fireflies, but it was still a little too chilly and too early in the year for them to be out. Sure, I spent time talking about town politics with new friends and Kim was at home feeling ill, but perhaps it was all that simple.

That was last night at the Multi-Age Group dinner at Beecher Road School in Woodbridge, CT. This morning, we continued with the spring idylls. Yes, the first stop was to get new medications for Kim, but while she was waiting to have her prescription filled, Fiona and I raced across the street to buy seeds and gardening tools.

Our yard is mossy and well shaded; not a prime location for a vegetable garden. We still manage to dry our clothes outside, and I gathered in some clothes this morning before the coming rain.

For our garden, the town of Woodbridge has community gardens. People can go rent a nice sunny and fertile plot of land to grow their own vegetables. We currently get our vegetables from a local community supported agriculture, or CSA farm. For our small family, we have difficulties using up all the vegetables we get each week. We don’t really need to raise additional vegetables.

Yet for me, the eighty dollars that we’ve spent on tools, seeds and the plot itself is perhaps more about relaxation, therapy, exercise and education for Fiona than about whatever we might ever get for food from our garden.

Our plot has lain fallow for a few years, and needs a lot of work. We’ve been doing all of it by hand, slowly clearing a bed and in the process discovering a small rose bush we hope to nurture back to health. Yet today, a man with a tractor at a neighboring plot offered to plow the whole plot under for us. We gladly took him up on the offer and when he was done, we started our planting.

At home in the evening, we had a simple meal; sausage, roasted potatoes and salad. The sausage was raised here in Connecticut and salad was made from greens in our CSA box. We washed it down with some hard cider that we had brewed from fresh cider from a local cider mill and bottled last fall.

Soon, we will sit back and watch a video that we checked out of the local library as we wait for the band of thunderstorms expected to pass through in the middle of the night.

Yes, it could be that it was all that simple then. It could be that through the current economic woes, more of us will find our way back to the simple pleasures of yesteryear. If so, wave at me when you pull up weeds in your plot in the community garden. I’ll give you a hand the way a neighbor gave me a hand today, and perhaps we can all share a couple bottles of home brewed hard cider afterwards.

A Mother's Day Reflection

Over at Duck and Wheel with String, Lin has a wonderful reflection on Mother's Day cards.

She writes:

I have this theory about Mother's Day. Did you ever take a good look at the Mother's Day cards? They all show the mom with her apron on, surrounded by her family. She's standing there smiling with all the kids around her, and Dad's there--I think he's smiling too. Then there is lots of mushy writing about how wonderful mom's are and how much we love them and all that stuff...blah, blah, blah.

Then look at Father's Day cards. There's Dad on the hammock--alone. He's on the golf course--alone. Then he's taking a nap on the couch--alone. Where is the picture of him being surrounded by his obnoxious smiling family??? They always show the dad enjoying his peace and quiet, while the stupid mom cards have her spending even more time with the kids--like she needs more of that. And there are always fewer sappy words on Father's Day cards too. Always.

Me? I want the Dad card.

It made me think of a discussion I had with Kim the other day about the chocolates that we always get one another on days like these.

I left the following comment over on Lin's blog:

The other day, my wife told me that she doesn't really like those truffles I get her every year for Mother's day. She really wanted a different sort of truffles. I was shocked. I've been getting her my favorite type of truffles all these years. She's always been getting me her favorite type of chocolates on Father's day as well. They are okay, but not as good as the ones I always got for my wife.

Perhaps, that is the real hidden secret. On Mother's Day, Father's Day, and other such holidays, we get our beloved what we think they would like. We think they would like it, because it is the things we would like.

So yes, perhaps all us Fathers are out getting Mother's Day cards reflecting the joy of the family, because that is what we really want. Perhaps all of the Mothers will go out and get cards reflecting what they really want, a chance to simply relax alone on the hammock.

I hope you have a wonderful Mother's day. Enjoy the game.

However you choose to celebrate Mother's Day, I hope it is a wonderful day. Here in Connecticut, the sun is shining after what feels like forty days and forty nights. It is still chilly, but where headed off to the beach, to just chill.

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