|Lee's Resort, Grand Lake, Oklahoma|
Lucy's at my feet protecting me from stray dogs, squirrels, and children. Sitting in the wild of changing weather makes it difficult to concentrate on writing because I'm so busy feeling the temperature drop, noticing the changes from calm to white capped water, and seeing the green splotches of water currents floating on the blue gray cast of the lake waters. Watching UBB's (unidentified brown birds) fly below me, white gulls floating on air like snowflakes against the green hills across the water, and turnkey buzzards soar above is fascinating and quieting for the soul. At home I know my birds--cardinals, orioles, wrens, robins, grackles, juncos, nuthatch--and their seasons, but the waters edge of Grand Lake brings a whole new landscape into view, even a late season hummingbird on a yellow rose bush, or perhaps it was one of those gigantic insects that I have no name for. Either way I'm intrigued.
|Facing the East with blue bluffs on the right.|
Oh, my heavens, a speeding boat with flashing red and blue lights, no siren, just raced by; I've never seen police on water. I wonder with the massive increase in boaters, houseboats, and lake homes, and if the age of cell phones and immediate contact has created a place for law enforcement on the water's edge. In my childhood on Grand Lake in the late 50's and 60's we sometimes felt like we owned a cove or river of water since we were the only boat out for the day. I'm looking down to my right at the blue bluff area, retelling
|50 years ago, we fished, slept, and swam from this old houseboat.|
|A moment of sunshine through the clouds.|
Two men in a fishing boat are drifting by, my husband thinks they're reading the sonar or radar looking for fish. What happened to looking for shad, schools of fish, or old fishing holes? Shaun and Katy are talking to the guys now. I imagine the dialogue goes like this: Men, "Catching anything over here?" Shaun, "No but we've had a few nibbles. You see anything out there?" Men, "Yeah, looks like back there to your right might be a few fish." Then Shaun casts his lines toward the open lake. The clouds have calmed and darkened around us now, so what is coming in from my back or Southwest?
My nose sometimes sniffs like a dog, especially when rain is in the air. I can smell the rains but the clouds are hiding behind us in the trees, and the lake view looks innocent. Oops!
Twenty four hours later: Without thunder or strong winds to warn us, rain drops hit my back yesterday. I closed the computer, cradling it in my arms like a baby or a small grand dog; I ran between heavy rain drops with Lucy and Jack running alongside. Katy and Shaun with their two dogs, threw their fishing gear together and hurriedly climbed the stairs and ran back to the cabin. A cool wet day sent us all off in different directions.
My Miami High School class of 1965 met here at Lee's for a 50th reunion planning meeting,
|A new day: sunshine on our faces and a cool fall breeze on our backs.|