Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Provincetown 43

I finished the story I wanted to do based on the Haiku I found at Tim's Used Bookstore. It was harder to write than I thought, but I have an acceptable draft. It is definitely a project that excites me, and I'm going to need a diversion when the going gets tough on the novel again.

I walked to town today for coffee and got caught in the rain. It rained hard for a time. And there was lightening and thunder. The thunder here at the cape is loud. It sounds like a cannon going off. I saw a man riding a bicycle and holding and umbrella! I sat in the coffee shop and sipped my latte and waited for it to abate. When it did, I walked to Far Land Grocery and got grilled salmon and salad fixings.

I got a letter from Allen today in which he described cutting down an old tree in the yard. It had been in a bad way for a while. He felt bad about it because it had struggled and made it through the winter. When the tree fell, a nest of baby birds came tumbling to the ground. There were also tiny bats, he said, clinging to tiny limbs . One of the bats had a broken wing. He carried the bats to another tree, but there wasn't anything he could do for the birds. He said there was so much life and death involved in the cutting down of just one tree.

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