November 12, 2008

A long day at work feeding work to India. Whenever I work days like this I feel as if all I’m really doing is sawing the tree branch I just happen to be sitting on. Or, holding the tail of a tiger real tight, afraid to let go because then I’ll be eaten. But what can you do? That’s the way things go. I don’t know if I’m actively contributing to my own professional obsolesence or not, but I do know these are very long days.

A lovely night tonight with a real chill in the air. The temp is going down to 50, and for the first time the smell of burning wood is in the air. Lovely. I walk out onto the patio and it glistens bright silver in the light of the full moon. I dip my toes in the water, and the moon is so bright I’m casting long spooky shadows, and I can even read the pool thermometer. It’s 52 degrees, so I don’t think they’ll be swimming any time soon, but I like the feel of the cool water on my toes. I swish my feet back and forth and watch glistening green diamonds of water ripple across the pool. memories of summer, realities of fall. It feels almost magical.

I found out from my friend Jack today that he has The Doc’s ashes and plans to scatter them in a big open field in Strong, Maine when he travels up there to spend Thanksgiving with friends. I think the Doc would have liked that – he always did prefer the back roads and rural areas of northern New England to anywhere else.

If I had my choice (and I doubt I will), when my time comes I’d like to have Tracey take my ashes down to the Mississippi River in Gramercy, Louisiana and scatter them there. Why Gramercy? I dunno, it’s a kind of out of the way place I found one day while searching for the River in a variety of places. Gramercy, like untold other towns along the river, has a street with small houses that leads to the levee, then up over the levee, and there’s the River.

The riverbank in Gramercy is hardly a sightseeing feast for the senses; rather, it’s hardscrabble and unremarkable, strewn with all kinds of river debris and trash that time forgot paying no mind as the River’s silty brown water lapped easily against the shore. The afternoon was mercilessly hot, but what was very cool was to stand there and watch a large container ship glide silently past even though it seemed only 30-50 yards away. I waved to some guy way up on top; he didn’t wave back. But that was OK – I loved that moment in time, and I can think of far worse places to have my earthly remains freed.

A happy Veterans Day to all those who have served our country and defended its freedoms in both time of war and peace. Ed Morrissey of Hot Air has a great YouTube tribute.

Filed in: Uncategorized by The Great White Shank at 00:10 | Comments (2)
  1. GWS,
    Here is a thought by Thich Nhat Hanh from his book: Peace Is Every Step: the path of Mindfulness in Everyday life. It was in my Hospice newsletter.

    I asked the leaf whether it was frightened because it was autumn and the other leaves were falling. The leaf told me, “No. During the whole spring and summer I was completely alive. I worked hard to help nourish the tree, and now much of me is in the tree. I am not limited by this form. I am also the whole tree, and when I go back to the soil, I will continue to nourish the tree. So I don’t worry at all. As I leave this branch and float to the ground, I will wave to the tree and tell her, ‘I will see you again very soon.’”
    That day there was a wind blowing and, after a while, I saw the leaf leave the branch and float down to the soil, dancing joyfully, because as it floated it saw itself already there in the tree. I was so happy. I bowed my head, knowing that I have a lot to learn from that leaf.

    Comment by Pete — November 12, 2008 @ 7:31 am

  2. A lovely entry, Pete – thanks for sending it.

    That’s why Tracey loves the McDougal Nipple Cactus (yes there really is such a thing!) that I planted on the anniversary of the death of her favorite rabbit (Marble). She had saved some of his cocoa puffs for posterity – OK, that’s kind of strange – but I convinced her to let me fertilize the bush with them and it has since really taken off. For her the bush is now a part of marble that will always be alive.

    So now we call it the Marble Memorial McDougal Nipple Cactus. Even though it doesn’t look much like a cactus anymore, it’s just a happy bush…

    Comment by The Great White Shank — November 12, 2008 @ 11:15 am

RSS feed for comments on this post.

Sorry, the comment form is closed at this time.


Search The Site

Recent Items


September 2021
April 2021
January 2021
December 2020
November 2020
October 2020
September 2020
August 2020
July 2020
June 2020
May 2020
April 2020
March 2020
February 2020
January 2020
December 2019
November 2019
October 2019
September 2019
August 2019
July 2019
June 2019
May 2019
April 2019
March 2019
February 2019
January 2019
December 2018
November 2018
October 2018
September 2018
August 2018
July 2018
June 2018
May 2018
April 2018
March 2018
February 2018
January 2018
December 2017
November 2017
October 2017
September 2017
August 2017
July 2017
June 2017
May 2017
April 2017
March 2017
February 2017
January 2017
December 2016
November 2016
October 2016
September 2016
August 2016
July 2016
June 2016
May 2016
April 2016
March 2016
February 2016
January 2016
December 2015
November 2015
October 2015
September 2015
August 2015
July 2015
June 2015
May 2015
April 2015
March 2015
February 2015
January 2015
December 2014
November 2014
October 2014
September 2014
August 2014
July 2014
June 2014
May 2014
April 2014
March 2014
February 2014
January 2014
December 2013
November 2013
October 2013
September 2013
August 2013
July 2013
June 2013
May 2013
April 2013
March 2013
February 2013
January 2013
December 2012
November 2012
October 2012
September 2012
August 2012
July 2012
June 2012
May 2012
April 2012
March 2012
February 2012
January 2012
December 2011
November 2011
October 2011
September 2011
August 2011
July 2011
June 2011
May 2011
April 2011
March 2011
February 2011
January 2011
December 2010
November 2010
October 2010
September 2010
August 2010
July 2010
June 2010
May 2010
April 2010
March 2010
February 2010
January 2010
December 2009
November 2009
October 2009
September 2009
August 2009
July 2009
June 2009
May 2009
April 2009
March 2009
February 2009
January 2009
December 2008
November 2008
October 2008
September 2008
August 2008
July 2008
June 2008
May 2008
April 2008
March 2008
February 2008
January 2008
December 2007
November 2007
October 2007
September 2007
August 2007
July 2007
June 2007
May 2007
April 2007
March 2007
February 2007
January 2007
December 2006
November 2006
October 2006
September 2006
August 2006
July 2006
June 2006
May 2006
April 2006
March 2006
February 2006
January 2006



4 Goodboys Only

Site Info