Not My Circus…

According to my horoscope I’m coming out of a phase of emotional hibernation. My soul and flesh have needed many moon-cycles to refresh and Life is about to turn around. Don’t fight the changes, see the opportunities.

The characters that populate my daylight hours are perfect made-for-weeknight network TV sitcoms – if anyone watches those any more. Oh Yea, they brought back ROSEANNE because ALL IN THE FAMILY was too politically incorrect and all the actors are dead. But I digress.

It was a day of revelation when it dawned on me that I volunteer on three committees and spend twice as much time as I am paid for at the Chamber. The imbalance of work to pay is astonishing yet it’s such a fun side-show. “Not my career, not my circus, not my monkeys.” is my simple explanation to the small voice in my head.

Meanwhile, back at the Casa on the lake, Summer is slowly creeping into the world. Views are obstructed and transformed as the trees fill out. The splashes of color are echoed in the splashes and calls of the loons as they mate and nest and do whatever is necessary now. Fish break the surface gorging on the swarm of black flies that taunt my forays into nature. They feast on me, the fish feast on them and everyone is happy for the moment.

I have to take a moment out to honor the season of black flies. If you aren’t from the area this may seem a small irritant but when the Harrisville General Store has a basket of “Black Fly” net shirts and veils, next to the local paper, ginger scones and food staples, you begin to understand the severity of this season. From roughly Mother’s Day to Father’s Day, a minute black insect fills the air and it is common to see neighbors dressed in gear that rivals a bee keeper’s suit. They all go about the business of life; mowing lawns, installing docks and gardening. If they happen to riding a bike or piloting any sort of boat, they are saved from the attack be sheer force of moving faster than the swarms can bother to chase.

Just when you think life is ordinary, if you write scraps of it down, you will realize how fascinating every day can be.