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In the morning gleam as the tide went down
I am on Cape Cod for the day. I expect to spend it by the sea.
Last night before bed I read about half of Robert Arthur's Davy Jones' Haunted Locker: Great Ghost Stories of the Sea for Young People (1965), which I thought at first I had last seen in my elementary school library, but now believe that was actually one of his other ghost story anthologies: I would have remembered reading Arthur's "Jabez O'Brien and Davy Jones' Locker," Lord Dunsany's "One August in the Red Sea," or P. Schuyler Miller's "Ship-in-a-Bottle." I enjoyed seeing the prose of William Hope Hodgson's "The Stone Ship" after previously hearing it performed by the Post-Meridian Radio Players. I don't know where I read Frank Belknap Long's "Second Night Out" or Hodgson's "The Voice in the Night," but I recognized them as stories that had freaked the bejeezus out of me as a child. I had Garnet Rogers' setting of Charles Kingsley's "Three Fishers" stuck in my head all night.
Yesterday we made our traditional strawberry ice cream for the last time in the hand-cranked churn of my childhood; it literally had to be held together with duct tape for the purpose. We'll get another one for next year. A very nice assortment of people showed up to help churn and then devour the fruits of their labor, sometimes with blueberries and homemade strawberry syrup on top. I walked for hours with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
derspatchel in the Great Meadows of Arlington. We had no organized plan for seeing the fireworks, but managed to meet up with rushthatspeaks and gaudior at Prospect Hill. If this year was David Mugar's farewell, he went out with a shimmering bang. schreibergasse rang the bells with the rest of the band at the Church of the Advent for the 1812 Overture. And I accepted an offer from my father's friend who has a house on the Cape to stay the night and renew my acquaintance with the local Atlantic. Also with sunblock, but that's a hazard I accept.
Last night before bed I read about half of Robert Arthur's Davy Jones' Haunted Locker: Great Ghost Stories of the Sea for Young People (1965), which I thought at first I had last seen in my elementary school library, but now believe that was actually one of his other ghost story anthologies: I would have remembered reading Arthur's "Jabez O'Brien and Davy Jones' Locker," Lord Dunsany's "One August in the Red Sea," or P. Schuyler Miller's "Ship-in-a-Bottle." I enjoyed seeing the prose of William Hope Hodgson's "The Stone Ship" after previously hearing it performed by the Post-Meridian Radio Players. I don't know where I read Frank Belknap Long's "Second Night Out" or Hodgson's "The Voice in the Night," but I recognized them as stories that had freaked the bejeezus out of me as a child. I had Garnet Rogers' setting of Charles Kingsley's "Three Fishers" stuck in my head all night.
Yesterday we made our traditional strawberry ice cream for the last time in the hand-cranked churn of my childhood; it literally had to be held together with duct tape for the purpose. We'll get another one for next year. A very nice assortment of people showed up to help churn and then devour the fruits of their labor, sometimes with blueberries and homemade strawberry syrup on top. I walked for hours with
derspatchel in the Great Meadows of Arlington. We had no organized plan for seeing the fireworks, but managed to meet up with rushthatspeaks and gaudior at Prospect Hill. If this year was David Mugar's farewell, he went out with a shimmering bang. schreibergasse rang the bells with the rest of the band at the Church of the Advent for the 1812 Overture. And I accepted an offer from my father's friend who has a house on the Cape to stay the night and renew my acquaintance with the local Atlantic. Also with sunblock, but that's a hazard I accept.
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I've had a parody of Three Fishers called Two Lawyers stuck in my head intermittently since getting back from Maryland, so I understand the feeling.
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We got to the beach at the turn of high tide and I walked in the tide-line until we ran out of beach and had to turn around, back to sand instead of sliding pebbles. While I slept, the tide went out. It's wonderful.
I've had a parody of Three Fishers called Two Lawyers stuck in my head intermittently since getting back from Maryland, so I understand the feeling.
. . . Do I want to ask?
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Whereabouts on the Cape? (I myself will be in Eastham for a bit in August.)
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Dennis. To the best of my recollection I've only day-tripped before, so this is being a lot of fun.
(I myself will be in Eastham for a bit in August.)
Cool!
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Hooray!
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Thank you! See next post: it's been a wonderful day.
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