Yesterday, I write the first (very odd) pages of the final issue of Alabaster: The Good, the Bad, and the Bird, pages 1-5. Today, despite the packing chaos, I need to get another five pages done.
“Well, fuck the plot! That is for precocious schoolboys. What matters is the imaginative truth.” —Edna O’Brien
Yesterday, I somehow forgot to mention the wind. I was awakened before dawn on Christmas morning by a sound that seemed distant, a low roar, and I lay very still listening. I lay there, groggy, my mind casting back to childhood memories of tornadoes. It sounded like that, the unmistakable roar of an approaching tornado (often described as sounding like train). Seconds passed, and it grew louder, and louder, and louder, until all the tall trees around the cabin were caught up in that great commotion. The wind pushed at the walls and windows. And then it was gone, rushing away across the valley. And the night grew – mostly and by comparison – still again. And I reached over and woke Kathryn, surprised she was asleep. The next day, when we went out on our Xmas Day drive, there were freshly broken trees and limbs all about. And the day remained extremely windy, though I never heard anything to match that one 60+-second roar. I wonder if some manner of straight-line wind came sweeping down off the mountain. No idea. But it was...I don't want to say scary. It was the stuff of awe, and it was deeply unsettling.
No more wendigo jokes. Sorry, Ithaqua.
We've started watching The West Wing. Somehow, neither of us had every seen a single episode. But after The Newsroom, I was eager for more Aaron Sorkin, and I am pleased to see that pretty much everything I loved about The Newsroom is right here in The West Wing.
Yesterday, I read "A new species of Kentriodon (Mammalia, Odontoceti, Delphinoidea) from the middle/late Miocene of Groß Pampau (Schleswig-Holstein, North Germany)" in the Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology.
I think I'm going to go for a last walk in the woods before I get started in on work. There won't be time tomorrow, I suspect. Thank you Neil, for giving us the past three weeks, and thanks to Augusta and Phillip, too, for little kindnesses and helpfulness, here and there.
* Photographs from December 23rd.