Making It Up As I Go Along #380

More short stuff thanks to the stump that’s strapped to my hand.

Generations of Summers
Treeless.
The buildings of wood.
As much a wonder upon this land.
As Stonehenge across the sea.

Soil.
So common wherever we live.
Here it remains as scraps upon the rock.
Bits of peat where hard work gives a few potatoes.

Fog.
A daily event the comes with the breath of the sea.
From the horizon to the land within an oceanic gasp.
Obscuring the other side of the bay, known only by a haunting horn.

Sea.
The reason why we came.
Worked long hours.
Plots of ocean fenced by points and crags.
Destroying the families it provides for, with the turn of a breeze.

Families.
Have come from far and carved life here.
Generations venturing out into the fog by boat.
And tending small gardens upon the rock.

Gulls hover high above,
held in place upon the blue
by constant winds
which brings freshness to bed cloths by day...
By night, they tuck us into darkness, their smell bringing dreams of the sea.


SUNDAY...
— Not much sleep last night... I’m tired for work.
— Sheila brings me a Subway sub for lunch... yummy.

MONDAY...
— Not a bad Monday at work. Fairly quiet.
— Geoff comes tonight. We hang out a bit tonight then he’s off to bed as I stay up late for night shift.

TUESDAY & WEDNESDAY...
— Sort of a blur of night shift. Kind of busy Wednesday and not so much Tuesday. I get my eyes checked at the doc Wednesday and they’re about the same as three years ago.

THURSDAY...
— Quiet day. I sleep until about noon and then take off the splint and air out the thumb for the day while I do little around the house.

FRIDAY...
— Golf day. The RCMP tournament. I can’t do much... putting and some one handed nine iron shots. But we avoid the bad weather and have some fun.
— After the golf and supper, I hit the pub with some of the work crowd. A fun night.

SATURDAY...
— Quiet day around the house. Leave the splint off to try and help with the pressure irritation that has come with the splint.