Actually, truth be known, we didn’t go much of anywhere. I can’t speak for the entire Biscuit City staff: I don’t know what they did or where they went, and I don’t want to. Becky and I were close to home most of the time. I did some painting and fixup work at the church and helped out with the annual (26th year) summer music camp that Becky and some very talented people stage at the church. We both taught at the State Summer Music and Worship Arts Camp at Eagle Eyrie, outside Lynchburg, VA, and attended a “destination wedding ” in Charlottesville late in the month. All in all, it was a somewhat busy month, but a gratifying one as well.
In other news, which I’ve shared on my novel blog, Wings of the Morning: A Novel Series about an American Hero, I finished the first draft of the second novel, On Eagle Wings Upborne, and am working on having the beta version out to my readers this week. I’d also like to start on the third novel, which has the working title of On Wings of the Wind.
I still don’t have a publisher, but I’m continuing to work on that. Thanks to all those who have been encouraging and complimentary about my foray into the world of extended fiction. Hang on: something’s comin’!
In the meantime, I plan to blog on Biscuit City Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays and on my devotional blog, Preaching to the Choir (http://choirdevotionals.com/)on Tuesdays and Thursdays, with a post on the novel blog (http://huckfinn47.wordpress.com/)about once a week.
Actually, this is not about myths or fingerprints. I just liked the line from the Paul Simon song, “All Around the World, or, The Myth of Fingerprints.”
Rather, this is about umbrellas. My younger daughter Alyssa has a theory about the number of umbrellas every individual needs.
Actually, it’s not a theory at all (I’m full of misdirection today). It’s a sensible plan for making sure you have an umbrella wherever you go.
Alyssa says each person needs six. Two for work, two for the car and two for home. More doesn’t hurt. That way you can loan them to people who need them. Then they will like you and be your friend.
My problem with umbrellas is that I leave them places. I wonder how many I’ve left at different times and venues.
They, like pens, are regarded by most as community property. When was the last time you heard of someone being arrested for stealing a pen? Or an umbrella?
I actually have six umbrellas (I drive two cars, but not at once. I’m not THAT talented). My office is at home, so that cuts the number down by two. In our household, we have about ten or twelve of them. I think. I never stopped to actually count them. I just know they’re where they should be when we need them.
They’re for a rainy day, after all.
On Seeing Some People Removing the Possessions of Their Relative from the Assisted Living Home
Who are these forms bending low
Over carts stacked with
Boxed and baled possessions
Of mother, father, aunt, uncle, brother, cousin, in-law,
Secured by cord,
Their downcast faces
Blank as the asphalt?
A life reduced to a few small things
Piled for removal
A ceremony as sure as a funeral
A life remembered
By a few and