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  • How To Jump From A Bridge Or A Cliff Into A River

    Got my hands on a neat little yellow book entitled: THE WORST CASE SCENARIO SURVIVAL HANDBOOK (the title is almost larger than the book itself) Authored by Joshua Piven and David Borgenicht, the handbook details . . . you guessed it . . . survival techniques. Written in a concise format with easy to understand explanations and illustrations, I forsee this little gem coming in handy when I’m writing action scenes. The next time I need to know how to survive when adrift at sea or how to win a sword fight, I’ve got this quick and easy guide to refer to. Limitless possibilities here.

    Years ago, I picked up the tip to head for the YA section of the library when seeking stump-the-writer sorts of research items. And it works. Without having to sift through loads of extraneous crap, YA books get the meat of the information out to the reader in a direct fashion which a time conscious person like myself appreciates.

    As of today, I’m halfway through polishing CAPTIVE, and I must say I’ve enjoyed revisiting with Sage and Aeschine. Their love story remains one of my favorites.

    Here’s to: How to Maneuver on top of a Moving Train . . .

  • Change of movie title

    When we first moved into the house, a neighbor affectionately referred to our property as “On Golden Pond”.

    As of last month, that movie title no longer applies. “On Golden Pond” has now become “A River Runs Through It”.

    During a massive rain storm, we lost the dam. Not the wooden slats we pulled from time to time to aid in aquatic weed control, but a piece of the old retaining wall. A hunk of it broke off and went over the waterfall

    The event was was not unexpected.

    For some time, we’d had our eye on the even-widening crack in the cement. Several years ago, we lowered the water coming in from the stream and patched the wall with hydraulic cement. We were younger then, and used to physical labor, but even so, it was a massive undertaking. We also knew the patch wouldn’t last. The 60 year old wall was in tough shape, and the patch would only provide a temporary solution.

    Also, the only solution.

    A permanent fix would involve the major expense of dredging the pond of silt, letting the muck dry for a year or more, and major terra forming, not to mention the miles of bureaucratic red tape involved in the Wet Lands Conservation Act. So we’ve decided not to do anything, just let nature run its course, allow the pond to narrow to a river, banked by cat o’ nine tails and rushes on either side.

    It’s sad to see the end of the pond. In winter, we all went skating there. I’d make hot chocolate, and out the door we’d go. Even the snow didn’t stop us; we’d shovel the ice off, strap the kids into their skates, and kill a wintry afternoon. The water was never deep enough for a boat, but one summer, during another rain storm, the pond became so bloated, DH and one son actually went rubber rafting over the waterfall and down the winding stream into the woods. They nearly broke their necks, but I pleaded with them to do it again and again, so I could take more shots with the camera.


    Oh, well. I’ve still got the pictures.

  • Tis the season

    In an affluent town, just north of here, where a conspicuous preponderance of mini-mansions abound, someone has come up with a unique way of avoiding the whole nuisance of Christmas shopping. According to the local news, this person follows the usual delivery trucks and swipes packages left unattended on doorsteps. In broad daylight.

    Yesterday, I had to actually sign for a package that UPS tried to deliver the day before. Normally, the driver just leaves the box on my doorstep.

    Fa-la-lalala. . . .