fading red sun
Oct. 26th, 2003 06:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gurdonarkToday I missed the gathering of the local nanowrimo group, which apparently met at Grapevine Mills this afternoon. I forgot to check the "forum" for this group, nor did I realize that they now have a "mailing list" for the DFW group. I should have realized at least the meeting was probably going to be in session somewhere today, as it seems as though my LJ friends' list is alive with people displaying plots for as-yet-unwritten novels, including polls as to which novel to write, detailed character precis', and a variety of expostulations on the theory of bad literature written quickly. I really enjoyed the DFW get togethers last year, so I'm kicking myself just a bit for missing the first one. It's pleasant, of course, to chat with folks doing something silly for great fun that way. I should have checked into it--I suppose I assumed that I'd get a contact e-mail, but that was an unreasonable assumption. I must remain more aware of such things. Sometimes I sleep walk when I should use infrared night vision.
Instead, I watched a bit of football on television, and then went walking on the Sister Grove Trail, between Princeton and Farmersville, off Highway 380. On the way to the trail, I stopped at the Princeton Flea Market and wandered around. One place sold collectible Elvis cards, and the woman who owned it (to the extent that any vendor "owned" the rental storage space which comprises the flea market,just in front of the manufactured home park) described in her rich rural east Texas accent how some shopper had been inquiring for a giant velvet Elvis poster. Sister Grove Trail meanders through a scrubby woodland, where leaves had fallen in profusion along the trail. Then I drove into Farmersville, population 2300, and looked around its tiny downtown. I browsed an antique store which had some interesting things, but nothing I wished to buy. I meandered along farm roads back home, stopping at Trinity Trail because the red sky sunset stunned me so much I wished to take its picture. Off in the distance, away from the sun's direction, a man flying a parachute with an engine attached hovered overhead. I saw great blue herons, sea gulls, and the "It'll Do" nightclub on my travels.
I see that over in the "Unitarians" community, a firestorm of discussion has erupted, more or less, because one poster apparently no longer likes being a unitarian. The world is full of woes, I'm sure, but I feel as though the woes I want to focus on are not whether one individual poster has ideological dissatisfactions with his no-longer-chosen faith, nor even whether he could be more tactful in detailing them. I suppose that I'd rather focus on red sunsets.
Speaking of red, I saw a huge red-tailed hawk perched on a telephone pole, keeping an eye out for mice and rabbits. As the green grass fades into the brown dead weeds, these hawks will become as familiar in November and December as scissortail flycatchers were in June.
I suppose I will have to think of a novel theme by Saturday,when this competition begins. It would be pithy to say "something red", but the only reds that come to mind are Skelton and a lot of dreary NKVD pre-WWII types, which seems hardly a promising beginning.
This year I suppose I will at least begin a novel. But next year? All poetry, all the time. A November in verse.
Instead, I watched a bit of football on television, and then went walking on the Sister Grove Trail, between Princeton and Farmersville, off Highway 380. On the way to the trail, I stopped at the Princeton Flea Market and wandered around. One place sold collectible Elvis cards, and the woman who owned it (to the extent that any vendor "owned" the rental storage space which comprises the flea market,just in front of the manufactured home park) described in her rich rural east Texas accent how some shopper had been inquiring for a giant velvet Elvis poster. Sister Grove Trail meanders through a scrubby woodland, where leaves had fallen in profusion along the trail. Then I drove into Farmersville, population 2300, and looked around its tiny downtown. I browsed an antique store which had some interesting things, but nothing I wished to buy. I meandered along farm roads back home, stopping at Trinity Trail because the red sky sunset stunned me so much I wished to take its picture. Off in the distance, away from the sun's direction, a man flying a parachute with an engine attached hovered overhead. I saw great blue herons, sea gulls, and the "It'll Do" nightclub on my travels.
I see that over in the "Unitarians" community, a firestorm of discussion has erupted, more or less, because one poster apparently no longer likes being a unitarian. The world is full of woes, I'm sure, but I feel as though the woes I want to focus on are not whether one individual poster has ideological dissatisfactions with his no-longer-chosen faith, nor even whether he could be more tactful in detailing them. I suppose that I'd rather focus on red sunsets.
Speaking of red, I saw a huge red-tailed hawk perched on a telephone pole, keeping an eye out for mice and rabbits. As the green grass fades into the brown dead weeds, these hawks will become as familiar in November and December as scissortail flycatchers were in June.
I suppose I will have to think of a novel theme by Saturday,when this competition begins. It would be pithy to say "something red", but the only reds that come to mind are Skelton and a lot of dreary NKVD pre-WWII types, which seems hardly a promising beginning.
This year I suppose I will at least begin a novel. But next year? All poetry, all the time. A November in verse.
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Date: 2003-10-26 07:45 pm (UTC)but other reds.....Rita Moreno.....Redd Foxx.....Lucille Ball and of course Bozo the Clown who always frightened me
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Date: 2003-10-27 04:54 am (UTC)Red skies in morning or night seem to be good here. It's purple skies that cause worry.
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Date: 2003-10-27 09:35 am (UTC)our skies are still ashen grey this morning...and eeriely (is that a word?) still
last night i went to bed smelling like an old campfire....can't get away from it
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Date: 2003-10-27 10:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-27 11:08 am (UTC)the worst of it is the lack of air and group support as many firefighters were already in San Bernadino fighting the fires there
the priority list starts up north and trickles down to us...no assistance is expected until after today
my friend Johanna evacuated at 7 am yesterday morning and still has yet to hear a single fire engine in their region
that is what is so frightening...it's just burning wildly