I was chopped this morning. I will be chopped again two weeks from today and again a week after that. I am swiftly getting smaller. In the meantime the marsh is having perfect weather. I’d rather be sailing.
Imelda considerately turned away and had no effect on us other than reported higher surf on the ocean side of the island. The official rain gauge at the mouth of Skull Creek showed less than a half inch of rain. I just visited that site and found a notice that due to the government shut down “it would not be updated except to provide important public safety information”. The highest wind gust recorded at the airport three miles away was 21 knots. All storms should be so well mannered.
In rereading the journal entries from 2015 I came across a poem allegedly inscribed in chalk in a castle cellar by Holy Roman Emperor, Maximilian I.
It occurs to me that an excellent anthology could be made of the words of others that I have shared in the now nineteen years this journal has been online. If I live long enough, maybe I’ll do it.
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As this will eventually happen - I wish you many happy returns!
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