Belfry

Yesterday in Province- town, they finally hoisted the old belfry back up onto the top of the public library. They were actually originally supposed to do this the week that I was there, and I'm sorry I wasn't able to see it in person! The building dates to 1860, and used to be an Episcopal church; it's a gorgeous, classic New England church building, and the restoration is really lovely. There's even a 62-foot half-scale model of a Grand Banks fishing schooner, the Rose Dorothea, inside! I've spent a number of hours sitting in that library, browsing and writing. (It does get hot and steamy in there on warm days, though.)

I look forward to seeing the "new and improved" P-town skyline, complete with restored belfry, the next time I visit.

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Rain, rain, go away . . .

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Meditating, lately, on gratitude. I have come to the conclusion that what I experience as "living in a condition of gratitude" is what some other people may experience as "prayer." Whatever it is, it seems to be relatively good for my writing, or at least seems to create a space within which I am likely to get some writing done. Lately I am more interested in just getting writing done than in worrying about whether it's any good or not, which is probably why I have been terrible about getting anything sent out for the past few months. That's not necessarily a bad thing, but I should probably get back on the submission track sometime soon, I suppose.

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The back-to-school sales have begun, already. Holy cow....