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Fishing Tournament 2

On a crisp Autumn Saturday, Thelma hums

And serves me a plate of eggs, bacon, and pancakes.

Years of curiosity had finally got the better of me

And I  was in Tidioute for the Fishing Tournament.

Down the street, children with their daddies are baiting hooks

While mothers stand ready with Band-Aids and Neosporin.

Further down the street, in a field,

Marching bands are gearing up for the big parade.

The Sun is bright for the last full weekend of September;

Perhaps his last hurrah before we settle into cold.

An old woman, her face wrinkled like the pages of a well-used Book,

Sits blind, listening to the children’s voices

Rising melodically above the beat of that distant Drummer.

She tells me her name is Eunice when I stop at her porch,

And that this is her eighty-first Fishing Tournament Weekend.

A distant buzzing drowns out her voice.

The Shriners warm up their engines.

The shrill brassy note of the fire whistle rises above it all,

A clear trumpet taking center stage.

The Tournament is over; the Parade is just begun.

Again, not really how it all went down. Just… musing.  



“As you know, I am a petal borne aloft on the autumn wind. It should say that in my file.” I like my alone time but get lonely frequently. I am dependable and trustworthy, a hard worker, and if I say I will do something, it will most likely be done. I am daily learning who I am and how I relate to people. I sing almost constantly. (Some would say I’m crazy or weird… I’m ok with that.) I am a singing, dancing photographer/writer/web-editor/proofreader who wants to change the world. I am on the cusp of a quarter-life crisis, navigating the ups and downs of becoming a grown-up. I find that as a twenty-nine year old woman, many of my friends seem to have the life I want: jobs in fields they love (with decent salaries), boyfriends, fiances, children, etc., while I seem somewhat stuck in a mediocre job with little time for a social life. I am a Christian trying to apply my very real faith to my equally real life. I have perfectionist tendencies which I blame on being an oldest child. I think that about covers it so... yeah.

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