Saturday, July 1, 2006

more -- but good -- excuses

We are staying out at the lake (the one in the photograph above) and there are only phone lines, phone lines from, oh, perhaps 1965. There is no cable. So: if we want any internet connection, we have only dialup, and we average 5 attempts before we get a firm signal -- which often then cuts out within 5 minutes. If we stayed out there for a larger part of the year, a satellite connection would be on order.

The tradeoff? The lake. The bluebird that has been hanging out. The fox. The sunsets. The quiet. The water. The view. Sleeping. Air. The blueberries.

The bluebird sits on the phone wire with its ruddy little chest, nothing special, but then it jumps off and flutters and the blue of its open wings stuns us. We sit and watch, and wonder what sorts of special things we can pick up to keep it coming by. Meal worms? George Michael CDs?

Is it a good or uneasy sign that we are entertained by a bluebird?