Tonight’s WPCA-FM reading was the first”mangled” fairy tale I wrote, The Many Trials. You’ll find it in the ebook Four Break Time Stories and in my first paperback story collection, The First Gathering Of The Break Time Stories. In it, a young man with no resources other than his native cleverness, must solve three near-impossible tasks in order to win the hand of the beautiful princess. She cheers him on through each difficult task and, eventually, after he solves the dilemmas set forth by her father, the king, they marry and settle down to live happily ever after. There’s nothing like a happy ending. How the couple got to that finale is the fun of the story. It was fun to listen to the story being read.
Speaking of stories, Marina’s new book, Gretel and Andy, God’s Gift; The Lives of Two Seeing Eye Dogs, has been receiving very positive comments and a rash of initial sales. Marina is excited; it’s hard to tell what Andy thinks. He’s still recuperating, I think, from being “skunked” in the face a few weeks ago. Today, though, after his “supervision” of Marina’s swim at the Osceola pool, he did a fine job of navigating the aisles of Walmart and its parking lot. That, after getting a treat at the bank. Andy also had a bout with Lyme’s disease and seems better after a month’s worth of treatment. Marina writes under Marina Heide Peacock. The book is available through Amazon.com and other bookstores.
We have our pontoon boat back in the water and it has been out for a couple of runs after being out of commission following a pontoon leak, some welding, and the replacement of the entire ignition system because the sole key disappeared and has yet to re-surface–if it ever does. Finally, after a dismal summer season (lots of rain, then intense heat, then more rain and thunderstorms) we have warm, dry weather. It’s just in time for the cabin people to put their summer stuff back into winter storage and leave us until next Spring. Even after Labor Day, though, most boats and docks remain in the water. Maybe we and the others are simple optimists. Because our property owners as a group lost about a third of our beach in a lawsuit, we have less space for docks to accommodate all the back lots that have lake access, so I have invited Tim and Katie, newcomers, to share our dock. It looks like the arrangement will work out well. (I told him that he could share the dock and buy it when I die. That might be humorous.)
Last month’s calendar for preaching had me at Parkview United Methodist Church in Turtle Lake. Per usual, they were most kind. They are a fine bunch of people. Andy stayed home; his skunk aroma would have tried the sensibilities of even a fine bunch of people, even if he sat and slept (that’s “working”, too) right down front, where no one sits. Next up is Wolf Creek UMC the end of the month. We have been swinging through the Wolf Creek environs every couple of weeks to pick up eggs, including duck eggs, from Michael and Virginia (Villa) Hansen. They tell me the kitchen has been re-done and I’m sure the women did a great job.
Last week we had some very powerful winds hit us. I awoke to the sound of a locomotive, which I understand is the sound of a tornado. Marina was in the shower and because she is totally deaf without her cochlear implant, there was no way I was going to be able to get her to understand what was happening and to get her downstairs with me. We did not have obvious signs of a tornado after the storm passed but I’ve never heard wind sound like that, even the actual tornado that hit us four years ago. However, I found the top third of one of our trees in the back of the property had been spun off, so the chainsaw has been put to use. I’m about a quarter through cleaning up the mess but there will be more firewood for next season.