POD

There is the ongoing temptation to do nothing but stay here and watch traffic on St. Andrew Bay, admire horizon-rimming clouds in their changing colors — at the moment the sun is such on them that the deep parts are purple — take pictures with my iPhone. Just now the green shrimp boat with the Vietnamese name slipped out of its nightly business sweeping the bay and around the bend toward its dock at the marina. A red craft of some sort, we see it often, towing something behind it; not unlikely it’s a research vessel working with the Navy —

— to do nothing else but sleep, a morning nap, a glass of shiraz with lunch, afternoon nap. This evening we’re going out for oysters with Kristen. I don’t know where we’ll go, the line at Hunt’s will be too much. Could be Captain’s Table. Or one of the Shrimp Boat’s adjoineries, we haven’t been there in years. I quit Uncle Ernie’s for all time after they were written up in the PCNH for serving Vietnamese raised catfish as Gulf grouper.

But that’s not the day. I’m having a feeling in my drowsiness of going from a 5000 sf 13 room house to a 1500 sf 3 room condo and finding myself where someone justifiably says I married you for better or for worse but not for lunch and certaintly not for crawling back into a made-up bed. So I’m coming up with a new POD. Computer to my office at HNEC, sermon work; after the major relocation and hardly any of my library here anymore, the 95% I didn’t bring to the condo stacked in my office at church, there’s major work to be done ordering my office spaces. And a desktop computer, an extra in the trunk of my Buick that I may want to put in the church library if I see the right spot, so it's available there to me during classes as well as to anyone who might need to go online.

This morning Robert and I begin our new schedule with Friday as one of our walking days — and I’d certainly rather walk with my old Cove School neighbor and friend than plod a treadmill — stirring old times as we trudge ahead into whatever future comes present.