September 10, 2003

Peace in the Valley

God is in his heaven and all's well with the world. At least just at this moment. And the warm fuzzies are not just more mildew growing on this addled brain behind the keyboard. There is a lot that seems right at this instant, and one has to seize the Kodak moments as they scamper by, don't you know.

The children are well. Son has finally appropriated the computer from the Canadian extortionists customs people and is approaching email-connectivity soon from Vancouver, likes his housing and professors and is just gushing with good things to say. But of course, he could live happily in a dumpster. Dau, meanwhile, has been asked to be one of the 'queens' on the high school Homecoming float (in the little town where she works near Rapid City) and this only substantiates once more that she is indeed a Princess... lest we be tempted to forget. We'll see neither of these chillun for at least another six months, maybe a year, so it is good to have the illusion that they are in a healthy steady-state of normalcy, even though there is no such state in life as we know it of course. I'll settle for the illusion.

Image copyright Fred First

While I find myself most of the time scratching my head, wondering about this blogging thing that absorbs so much of my time, today at least, it seems a healthy and positive endeavor. Blogging does seem to be about community, if not being one in a physical sense. I could tell of so many good examples of ways in which others in the blogging world have had a positive impact on my life in the past month; and even a few cases where I may have been of small benefit to some of them.

This past weekend, we had a very nice young couple-- Seth and Jessica-- drop by. Having read Fragments for some time, they decided to visit the town of Floyd and arranged to come by Goose Creek for a walk and a piece of cake and conversation up on the porch. Another couple I've met recently via Fragments will be visiting in about a month. I have been introduced to and now 'know' such a nice crowd of highly articulate and widely experienced people who blog from around the world. I have seen their maps, their children's faces, know and sometimes share their opinions, and they mine. This medium makes me think and it makes me write. I will be broadcasting another essay gleaned from Fragments on the regional public radio station soon, and maybe someday, publishing in a paper form those few lines of worth that clunk out of this keyboard in the early hours of each day. There would be no words if there were no listeners.

So. Here I am in early fall where the view is like the crest of a wave, the highest peak from which to look back at the receding summer, ahead at a looming fall, not overwhelmed by either of them, exhilirated by the view, by the motion, by the smells of this lovely in-between season that one only can take in from this high place before the onset of the preamble to winter. At this moment, I feel ready for a season of turning inward. For those things that I cannot do, places I cannot be and words I cannot say, I can live in a sense through the youthful strength of an innocent pup, the world travels of my beautiful children and the wise and caring words of those weblog friends I can visit in the neighborhood every day regardless of the weather and with no knee pain whatsoever.

We now return you to our regularly scheduled whining, lassitude and NSAIDS.

Posted by fred1st at September 10, 2003 05:08 AM | TrackBack

Warning: There is a Danger in visiting Fred in Floyd.
First, you need to understand that everything in Fragments is an understatement. Although you may have been admiring the pictures in all their pixeled glory you have no idea that around every banked turn is a beautiful contryside that changes as the day goes on. Because of all these wonders, it takes a long time to get anywhere in Floyd County. You may find yourself saying, "This road looks like a good one." At least seven times a day. Even when your companion has long ago given up on you and is having a jarring nap against the passenger side window. As you travel these roads you will see plenty of old farm houses that will be fodder for your dreams for the next week. I have had a reoccuring dream for the last three days about being snowed in at Goose Creek. Make no mistake this country side has many enchanted forests that call a subtle siren song.
Second, you may have a conversation with Fred or your waitress that will have you coming home to package up some books to send. (Oh yeah, Fred I am sending you a package addressed to Fred First, Up Goose Creek, Check VA and I will find the zip before I send it. I figure it will get there just fine.I thought I would let you experience snail mail again. I am almost done with my letter/thank you note.)
The last warning is this, You will want to go back. When we went, well, let's just say we are planning to head back for another walk with Tsuga crashing through the dew covered grass.
So you want to go to Floyd? Fine I warned ya'll of the dangers. What you do now is all up to you. Maybe Jessica and I will see you there. Seth

Posted by: Seth at September 10, 2003 10:47 AM

I speak for hundreds, maybe thousands: "I ENVY YOU, Seth!" We all wish we could drop in on the Fabulous Firsts of Floyd; lucky for them, we can't. It behooves us to remember OUR luck in meeting them in cyberspace. I'm one of those Fred's talking about when he humbly conjectures that he might actually have helped somebody or other in the last month or so. He's helped me out of my shell, past writing block . . . and possibly around the bend, who knows, but he's given me a lot of time and attention, and I count him among my blessings.

Posted by: Doc Rock at September 10, 2003 12:21 PM

Just love the pictures in your banner as well as the others which come in the blog from time to time.

Posted by: Jan at September 10, 2003 07:22 PM

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