August 14, 2015 Thanks Jerry
Yesterday I wrote that a vacation for me, would be the opportunity to write for several days around the clock as I pleased. I wrote I had written nothing of merit for what seemed years, then this morning, looking for something else, I found a black-covered notebook in a plastic bag. Not recalling its contents, I took it out of the bag and opened it to some extensive writing I had done.
Skimming the text, I tried to get a notion of what the 18-20 page story was about. I could see I had done some editing of it as there were crossed-through words, and deletions; and rewritten paragraphs with reference arrows and numbers. I sat down at my desk to eventually read about a four-mile walk I made in 2005 with our Labrador, Cubby, from the family deer camp to home, after experiencing a flat front tire on the tractor. All in all I deemed it a good piece of work.
I also wrote about not really wanting to go on the sail trip (across the Gulf of Maine) but was going anyway because the plane tickets had been purchased. My attitude would probably change if I had a month to just breathe in and out, and little else to worry about, but the extension of time and limitation of physical space affect me; it may be too short of a time to really enjoy it, and too long of a time should it prove claustrophobic or miserable, although speaking of which I endured over eighty-hours of bus travel from North Dakota to Louisiana and back, but I wouldn’t encourage anybody else to do it. Come to think about it, Jerry was enthusiastic about that form of travel too ...
My part of this epic sail trip was titled, "Sailing Indian Summer: A Reluctant First Timer's Land and Sea Adventure." THE RAVEN, Volume 16, Issue 2, 2016.
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