But when one door closes, another opens, they say. I went to visit Jen's grandmother last Friday. Sue and her husband, Chuck, live on the shore of beautiful Lake Burton in north Georgia. While I was there, Sue had been asked to look over a newsletter produced by Rabun Youth, a local organization supporting after-school care. Since Sue had just had cataract surgery I suggested I might take a look. I also volunteered to look it over on an on-going basis. There may be something more formal coming out of that, so we'll see.
I haven't been much in the mood for writing this last week or so, but hopefully that's something I'll get back to with a little more regularity soon enough.
The Leonid meteor shower takes place tonight and tomorrow night so if you can get outside and look at the sky in the wee small hours, if you get good darkness, uninterrupted by city lights, you should see 40-or-so shooting stars every hour. Jen and I used to try to get out and watch -- this was mostly when we made a point of doing things like that, and before the axis of our world shifted. I remember very distinctly the Leonids of 2003 -- we went out to Lithonia (I think that was where it was, but I'd never been to that part of the city before) and watched them for an hour or two before daybreak.
If you get a chance, make the effort. It's a wonderful thing to do.
Not sure how things are progressing with my list of things I want to do this year, so I'll take a peek at that next week and see how much I still need to do to have an acceptable November. :)
In the meantime...
...thank you, Steven Page, for describing my 2010 so precisely.
As captain of this band of merry sailors I'm a black mark I'm a failure
So before you watch me drown
I'm relinquishing command for something I don't understand,
this man's about to turn his whole life upside down
I set a course for a new shore
It looked the same as the one before
And I forgot what I'd been sailing for
And why I thought this time would be different
I do most of this by feel and let go of the wheel the constellations
Do the navigation on their own.
Whilst yearning for adventure, dreading censure in absentia
I would rather be at sea than be alone
I set a course for a new shore
It looked the same as the one before
And I forgot what I'd been sailing for
And why I thought this time would be different
Off the charts we drew
They said there wasn't anything but fairy tales
I told them it was you, I told them you were everything a fairy tale could be
The boat sails by
Oooo-The shore remains and so do I
I swear this time will be different
I settled here on a new shore
My lips were blue and my legs were sore
And I forget if I was pushed or I jumped overboard
And after all this time, what's the difference?
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