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You can’t get there from here

2 Oct

It’s like the island gets smaller each day. I hope I’m not finally losing my last few marbles. What shall I do then?

There are/were three boats. The boats come from three ports. The one to Port Clyde is the mailboat, and that’s the one I generally take. Exiting the Laura B or Elizabeth Ann, you’re then stuck in Port Clyde, which is also super isolated. It’s like escape is incredibly difficult. 

Eh, I’ll figure it out. The time to plot is now and time is running out. Soon there’ll only be one boat and eventually it’ll only come once a week. Nope. Not spending the winter on this island. It’s cold enough now.

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Amidst in the Mist

26 Sep

My mom is visiting.

My friend is leaving. 

On sad circumstances which is the worst. He’s had his moments where he really impressed me. Freaking each other out about our haunted house, fishing, smoking in the attic, gossiping like children… too many to list. He has no idea but just a week earlier we made a playlist together. It was first thing in the morning, the hours before we really converse with each other. He played a song he knew I liked. He wasn’t playing it for me. He was just jamming to wake up. It made my mind kick into gear as well. It made me think of another song. Next time I passed by his station he had another great song going. It made me think of one as well. I started jotting them down. 

I call the playlist Wednesday Morning and it is perfect for solo dance parties (or parties with other people), car trips, putting your make up on before work, boat rides, or even first thing in the morning. 

Thank you, Clay. Every one can make a memory. I have memories AND a concrete reminder of our fun together. 

I prefer it played on shuffle:

  • Into the Mirror – Minus the Bear
  • Let it Happen – Tame Impala
  • Summertime Sadness – Lana del Rey
  • Sun in the Morning – Future Islands
  • Little Wing – Jimi Hendrix
  • The Less I Know the Better – Tame Impala
  • Home – Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
  • Lower the Heavens – the Donkeys
  • Paper Thin Walls – Modest Mouse
  • It’s Summertime – The Flaming Lips
  • House of the rising Sun – the Animals 
  • Flying pizza. – Lousy Robot
  • Fleetwood Mac – Gypsy
  • Doves (Vince Clark Remix) – Future Islands
  • Have You Ever Seen the Rain? – Creedence Clearwater Revival
  • A Dream of You and Me – Future Islands
  • Heart Cooks Brain – Modest Mouse
  • Soul Meets Body – Death Cab for Cutie
  • Buenas Tardes Amigo – Ween

Monhegan Solitude

11 Sep

I’ve been reading the Graphic Canon series edited by Russ Kick. It is an awesome compilation of excerpts of graphic adaptations of classic literature. I enjoy it very much.

I’ve worked my way from the Epic of Gilgamesh to the Popol Vuh (Maya creation story), Greek plays, Shakespeare, Milton… and this rainy, blustery, cold evening I find myself at Keats.

It’s like he visited Monhegan himself. Couldn’t have summed it up better. Thanks to Hunt Emerson for this lovely interpretation.

 

The Gambler

9 Sep

Somethings keep remaining funny long after your life should’ve outgrown them. 

  • Watching people trip and fall
  • Friends dropping ice cream cones, tacos, or other cherished food items
  • Listening to someone talk when they have no idea they have food on their face or something in their hair
  • Making someone pull your finger

Now, I know I should be an adult and not chuckle about childish things, but they still crack me up. What’s a girl to do?

I made a friend pull my finger last night, and afterwards said “woof, that’s a relief. That one was a total Gambler.”

He didn’t understand what I meant while I was dying of laughter.

“A Gambler?”

“Oh yes, Bekah’s dad came up with it while we were in college and there was a sharting incident. You know, ‘you’ve got to know when to hold ’em.

Luckily, he was as childishly amused as I was at that.

Viva grown up life!

Nope Nope Nope

8 Sep

It rained last night and a lovely dense fog sat on the island all morning. When I got home from work I realized a screen had fallen from my window so my room was full of flies and mosquitos. Great.

I went to tidy up and get a fly swatter. Then I saw the new arrival. An unwanted roommate. 

Now a spider is a valuable asset in biting black fly and mosquito country, but I severely dislike them. Like a lot. I’ve been pinned in terror to the other side of my room. My housemate won’t even come in, it’s so creepy.

I swear I can hear it whispering my name. 

Nope. I have two options now. Move, or sleep with one eye open. Moving seems easier. I didn’t like any of this stuff anyhow.

A note from the boat

2 Sep

​”It was a grey morning the sun wanted to come out.

Lindsay wasn’t worried about the sun that morning. She had found something she had been searching for, or something she had forgotten about. 

In her warm clammy hands she had found a seal; a seal of approval? 

Things were going to be okay.  

Lindsay had found hope. 

Was it cliche? Was it sad? Was it anger?

It didn’t matter.

The furry little cozy seal let her know that through those clouds the sun would shine so strong it would dry up any tears that would roll down her beautiful face. She could rest her head on a cloud of daydreams and twirl her strawberry blonde hair and remember all the fun and future fun…

…everything is going to be okay.

Love, Mario”

Dear Jim

23 Aug

Dear Jim,

Life got too much so I peaced out and went fishing for a while. I feel like you’d appreciate my logic. Mackarel is delicious, just to let you know. Cod is nice as well.

Was antsy to get home a few days ago but when I went to do anything about it, I ended up booking a ticket (one way) to Mexico and deciding to let the cards fall where they may. I miss Frank something awful but I feel like you and he will understand. I’m going on another walkabout. I’ll come back better and the person I and you and he like me to be. 

The ocean is lovely and fog and rain and waves and storms and humidity can’t beat me. I grow stronger.

I had squash last night and thought of you and your lovely garden and your lovely Elisa (best cook in the world) and I smiled in my heart. I miss you, buddy, but I’m doing it. I’m going to keep on.

I wish you could write back, I wish I could hear your voice, but is it crazy that I do hear your voice and know what you would likely write and that is enough for me these days? I think I’m coming to terms.

Until the day, 

Your Lins, avid fisherperson and wandering soul

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