Crawfish River Chronicleshttp://open.salon.com/user.php?uid=165306Sun, 19 May 2013 05:05:42 -0400 <p>Jim and I went up to the river last weekend. The first trip after&nbsp;the winter&nbsp;always fills me with a little anxiety -- what will&nbsp;we find when we open the door? Will we discover that squirrels gnawed their way&nbsp;through the floorboards&nbsp;and used our trailor as their love nest? Or will we find that a tree has falled on the roof and demolished my little hideaway? These fears and others had been running through my mind in the weeks before our&nbsp;first excursion of the season.</p> <p>When we got there, however, everything appeared just as we had left it. Even&nbsp;our ghosts had been quiet over the break -- they had left only one cabinet door open to indicate that they had even been there. No parties this year. In fact,&nbsp;the only real activity had been the spiders which we found in abundance. Yuck.</p> <p>We spent Friday&nbsp;straightening up the place a bit. Jim mowed the dandilions on&nbsp;mother's lot&nbsp;and on ours. I&nbsp;put fresh linen on the bed, wiped off the countertops and&nbsp;vacummed up the&nbsp;lots of dead, dried-out&nbsp;flies that had gotten trapped in the trailor when we closed up in October. Poor flies. </p> <p>We&nbsp;had planned to&nbsp;eat dinner at the club. They ususally have a fish fry on Friday nights.&nbsp;However, when we got&nbsp;there we discovered that the&nbsp;Friday night fish fries don't start until May.&nbsp;Live and learn.&nbsp;I wanted to stay and have a drink with the crowd (who would have thought there would be that many campers out already in April?), but Jim wanted to go back to the trailor.&nbsp;We ate some crackers and cheese for dinner and went to bed early.</p> <p>During the night&nbsp;the rains&nbsp;began -- slow and&nbsp;steady,&nbsp;I listened to them&nbsp;beating against the&nbsp;roof while I snuggled under the warm covers.&nbsp;The next morning was gray and drizzly. Still,&nbsp;watching the raindrops fall on the river&nbsp;made me wish I could stay inside all day long, just watching the river swallow up the&nbsp;raindrops as they fell.</p> <p>Jim and I had gone&nbsp;to the trailor&nbsp;with the intention of&nbsp;flushing the antifreeze out of the lines, but&nbsp;when we got there&nbsp;we thought better of it:&nbsp;Although&nbsp;this is the end of&nbsp;April, the weather service is still forcasting frost in the area.&nbsp;I guess we will have to wait until our next sojourn in a couple of weeks to undertake that task.</p> http://open.salon.com/blog/asia_blue/2012/04/30/1st_weekend_on_the_riverhttp://open.salon.com/blog/asia_blue/2012/04/30/1st_weekend_on_the_riverMon, 30 Apr 2012 22:04:41 -0400 <p><img id="cid_823244" src="/files/img_03831286240249.jpg" alt="Trees" hspace="5px" width="285">&nbsp;</p> <p>Into the Golden</p> <p>Into the Night</p> <p>White frost mornings</p> <p>Chill moonlight</p> <p>Paths&nbsp;through crimson Autumn days</p> <p>Summer drifts to smokey haze</p> <p>(9/30/10)</p> http://open.salon.com/blog/asia_blue/2010/10/04/into_the_goldenhttp://open.salon.com/blog/asia_blue/2010/10/04/into_the_goldenMon, 4 Oct 2010 20:10:57 -0400