Isabella Bird Miscellany

Writing and Rewriting ... editing  doors open, the story begins                 opportunities present themselves some things materialize, become real, relationships are established                 bonds are created                                 but what holds them together, invisible glue?                                                                                 why does it dissolve and wash away? page after page the story unfolds                                 drama, romance, comedy                                                                 then tragedy strikes unable to put the story down                 reading on for the what’s next                                                                 an unexpected turn of events                                 the story changes, begins to unravel have we reached the closing chapters?                 is it the beginning of the end                                                    

Living in a small town in Central Oregon means everyone knows every body's business.  You either love that people poke their noses where they might not belong, or you move to the city to get lost in the masses of people trudging like lemmings.  I lived that rural life until the early ‘90s. June brought warmer weather; the much anticipated graduation ceremonies and a circuit carnival so there would be something to do, other than driving out to the caves for the kegger-rage.  Having walked the ceremony a few years earlier, it was now my sister who had a turn at the pomp and circumstances. After the procession and speeches that drawled on, the family gathered at the local buffet and posed for the requisite photos with the diploma proudly displayed. Anxious to be done, we escaped to the carnival with its sparkling lights, tinkling music, midway rip-off games and the gloriously fast, twisting, topsy-turvy rides.   When you’re 18-ish you can still survive the head-spinning.