The simplest of pleasures
A note: It occurred to me, after I wrote this blog, that it could aptly be called “Retirees in summer.”
We haven’t found any notable pudding stones lately; the lake is at its annual high level, keeping many of the rocks below water which, at 60 degrees, is still a little too cool for wading.
But that’s not to say our daily beach-combing hasn’t been productive. Sharon has found some gnarly petrified roots to hang here and there and, just yesterday, I scored a gracefully understated pen-holder.
The hole in this rock is completely natural and goes all the way through the stone. But it’s tapered just enough to keep the pen from marking up the table. Sorry - it’s not for sale.
And, yes, I do actually use a pen; It’s useful in my daily quest for “genius” status in the New York Times’ “Spelling Bee” puzzle. And, yes, I could simply lay my pen on the table I use for a desk. But how inelegant would that be ...?