July Thursday 6.
Crispy clear day, with a heron at 12:52. One of the park maintenance workers got up from the lunch table to greet me, how nice! A forecast of five days rain for next week.
Lipstick. Onion plants. Numeral 5 marker. Creek is full. Stick scrawling in the screenings: Two grandparents, two grandchildren led by the hand – the sexes switched and the boy dragging a stick. A circle enclosing an X; two more X’s outside circumference. Across the Tulpehocken, on an escarpment to the creek, less sunshine strikes the northern slope. Even so, with rising temperatures and the elapse and clasp of time, snow melts in on land and rock ridges in pattern and non-pattern. The shadow of a tall trunk becomes an entity. near, this side of the water – A broken stick, the rotting log. The reappearance of ground cover. Squirrelly-boo scrounging in the canal bed. It’s really nice out – not quite sapphire, but close. Some birds chirp and some bird chirps are heard. Two runners, one fleeced in name of Citadel. Discipline. A shingle of plane tree like a small city in complexity. GPS. Top quality. The six marker. Mindset open. Air has a nice bite to it – felt on the face. Twins or brothers coming? Twins and brothers? Broken branch of sycamore has lodged on the upward branch of another tree along the bank. A three-piece pathling 33 1/3 per cent twig, the other parts bark. Walnut frag 4 sections only one like it in the whole world! Because it has been acted upon and because each one is each one. Rat-a-tat of a woodpecker. Dawn of a discarded WaWa coffee cup – 20 ounce size, with lid intact. Couple bits of trash. A watered-down brochure in the grass. A movie stub IA. Gnawing of squirrel on nut in tree. List of events and all this is wrapped up in thoughts of watching ten favorite movies. Moss forms a rope in broken black top. A meadow. How inviting! A wood duck? Then two wood ducks make commotion, while mallards glide. A fold of water catches glint of sunlight and in the midst of thoughts about habitat for humanity, a heron rises almost from my shoelaces, looking very Pterodactyl, very slate and grey, with its feathers in plates like armour – a most unusual angle to be able to observe one in flight. Bark shards. N-18 with three x’s. A stone cube, a cubed stone gathering moss. How many miles have these sneakers covered? A BFF lighter. Picking up discarded plastics. Forever home.
Park closes Today
Started day with ominousodometer; that has changed thanks to the power of transmission. Three flying geese. [Artistic license.] Two shoes, black soft soled along Museum road. Windy satiety. WaWa for fuel. What was green has turned purple. Roses and daisies and arrangements delivered. It would be nice to spend a while in Riverfront’s living room. What a fabulous discovery. R. Messina ’88. Are you there? Maxed out on a coff(r)ee at A+Plus Kenhorst: went well with zebra cake I baked this morning at 7. Want to send out an APB for Man Crafts book that is believed returned to library. Upside down sea jelly pretty cool. Flying saucer!
Please allow me to express mu undying enthusiasm for the darling book called “TYPEWRITER” subtitled: the history * the machine * the writers!
Tony Allan and the Shelter Harbor Press have assembled, written, compiled and printed a masterful, informative and pictorially engaging work. It shows both scholarly research and a playful mind on the part of the author. Thank you for creating this book!
The particular book I read was courtesy of the Main library in Reading, Pennsylvania. A book-plate added to the front inside cover pages have added this book is in memory of Jan L. Deelman and “was purchased with funds donated from his estate.”
The book contains a page devoted to the parts of a typewriter, a diagram as nice as some illustrations of the points of a horse that I’ve seen. Only a typewriter has no soft velvety muzzle, although you can write about one with it.
Was especially delighted to learn about holding a Type In. It would be a riot to plan and host one here in Reading. Hold me to it!
Teen fiction is not usually on the menu, but the cover of When We Collided by Emery Lord was so arresting and inviting, I simply HAD to read it! The result: Parents may want to read the book too (and/or beforehand), as it is a strong subject strongly written and I admire Ms. Lord for tackling it.
The book, published in 2016 and available at the library, deals with a teen romance given an extra edge and it was a good read. The cover art was done by Amanda Bartlett, from what I can tell, for Bloomsbury press. I found it worthwhile and interesting, nicely done!
Dear Queen Elizabeth,
Revered ruler of Great Britain. Please add the name of book cover designer Oliver Munday (The Underground Railroad) to your list of persons to consider for knighthood.
I hope you enjoy good health today.
An American in Reading
Am in the process of reading Colson Whitehead’s “Underground Railroad.” What I like about the story thus far is that I care about the characters. The subject is revealing and informative, and lively, it teaches you about a whole other culture and way of life and work. I also like how Mr. Whitehead, an award winning author, tells the story without being too self-conscious about producing memorable passages and overly flowery writing, yet it contains, especially on page 41, describing the Randalls, some marvelous turns of phrase that are like embossing a fine design on paper. The best stands out.
I also like to discover a new word when I read. I think every book should contain at least one to add to the vocabulary. He has given me a couple.
I cannot say enough good things about the book’s cover design. It is what made me want to pick up the book in the first place. It is a red black and cream design that is intriguing to the eye and to the mind when you look a little bit closer. That I cannot say enough good things means I want to RAVE about it! Rave rave rave rave rave.
p.s. it is an Oprah book club selection and will make a fabulous local reading club and discussion book. There is ample opportunity to explore more about the Underground Railroad here in Berks county, thanks much to Mr. Gilyard, who dedicated much of his life to raising our consciousness about the importance of the trek to freedom, the people and places in this area that enabled escape, that fostered freedom.