Sunday, December 13, 2009
Listening to the faint sound of braking surf while swinging on a rope swing at night is just as lovely as it sounds. Tiny deer slip soundlessly through the pine brush, leaving hoof prints in the sand for the morning walkers to find.
Children are pretty alien to me and a friend who knows me very well doubted that I could stand their company for six whole days. I succeeded pretty well I think. The children and I share the crucial trait of self absorption; they in their video games, screaming and running about, I in wasting time on the computer, goofing around on the beach, and of course, tippling in town. We are both unfettered by the need for structure and totally absorbed in the simple pleasures of amusing ourselves.
The adults are another matter. Their single-minded devotion to football is now the nearest thing we have to a national religion and I must declare my atheism in a very total way. Oh, why can't Baseball last all year!
It seems the South is a pretty good place to pick up antiques. There are acres of crap of course, but there are also good values hidden among the refuse. One stroke of luck was the purchase of a metal detector for a mere $50.00.