{"id":4238,"date":"2010-07-14T10:22:14","date_gmt":"2010-07-14T14:22:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/1boringoldman.com\/?p=4238"},"modified":"2010-07-14T19:07:51","modified_gmt":"2010-07-14T23:07:51","slug":"time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1boringoldman.com\/index.php\/2010\/07\/14\/time\/","title":{"rendered":"lubec 3……"},"content":{"rendered":"
The rain in Maine falls plainly on …<\/em><\/div>\n
… its own schedule.<\/sup><\/div>\n

AM<\/font><\/strong>: Yesterday, our guide for today’s peat bog adventure was along on our history tour trek [in training]. I think it’s his first ever guiding experience, and he was full of enthusiasm about today’s trip, announcing the forecast of clear skies – great peat bogging weather. Weather.com agreed. But today, it’s rain all day, and fog, ergo, no bog, ergo no foggy bog blog. Pity… I’m passing on the suggestion of a tour of the mustard factory in Eastport, but am warming up to the idea of lunch at Monica’s Gourmet Chocolates<\/font><\/strong>. <\/p>\n

My daughter had a post about being fifteen and a R.E.M. sort-of-goupie, commenting on a felt linearity with the "then" her and the now forty year old her. When I was fifteen, pop culture was in flux. Around the World in Eighty Days <\/strong>edged out The Ten Commandments<\/strong> and The King and I<\/strong> for the Academy Award. But something else was on the way – Elvis had three of the top five songs. I was in military school, longing to escape, listening to Rhythm and Blues at night on a Nashville Station WLAC and buying West Coast Jazz Records with Chet Baker and Bud Shank. Something else was coming, and none too soon for me. Unlike my daughter, I was hoping to escape linearity with the mid-nineteen-fifties if at all possible. Like I said, vacations are like time travel. If your trip back in time gets rained out in your vacation spot, you can travel back in your mind.<\/p>\n

I know what she’s talking about with linearity. I’d call it continuity of experience, but that’s just semantics. But it’s different at almost seventy, the history in things matters a lot more to me. When I was fifteen, or even forty, history wasn’t in the center ring [except maybe in my work, engaging people to consider that their history had something to do with how they are]. I remember when a friend retired, I asked him what it was like. He said, "every day is a weekend." I don’t think that’s right, at least not for long. Weekends are for a break in the week. In retirement, there’s nothing to break. For me, being retired is different from before. Everything is about history. Now<\/em> is the sum of all the thens<\/em>, and I have to invoke my Buddhist self to make now<\/em> be just now<\/em>. Yesterday, we visited FDR’s cottage on Campobello Island – the venerated FDR. Remember him, the President with polio, a live-in mistress, and the savior of Western Civilization. Well, in his second year, he was hated for  running up the deficit and taxes – so hated that he backed off and caused another Recession in his second term – a then<\/em> in the now<\/em> [or maybe vice versa].<\/p>\n

The thing about history being in everything ought to seem comforting – put things in context. I’m not sure it is so comforting to me. It makes me intolerant when people get so caught up in now<\/em> that they forget both then <\/em>and later<\/em>. Right now, the one that sticks in my craw is that deficit topic. I spent the last few years raling about the climbing national debt under Reagan, under G.H,W.Bush, then under G.W.Bush. Now, when we need to go into debt to jump the economy [that they crashed], their latter day saints are howling about the debt and the deficit. I don’t find any comfort in that history at all.<\/p>\n

But enough of this old man talk. The rain’s abating some and a trip to Monica’s Gourmet Chocolates<\/font><\/strong> is coming soon. Time future still wins the day sometimes…<\/p>\n

PM<\/font><\/strong>: Monica’s Gourmet Chocolates<\/font><\/strong> for lunch doesn’t disappoint, nor did Vinney at Bold Coast Smokehouse<\/font><\/strong> for mail order Salmon Pate` and Gravlax. Which brings me to the yard Gastropods in Maine and several discoveries since the last report<\/a><\/strong>. Since my original confusion between snails [with shells] and slugs, I’ve seen only slugs [many slugs]. Yesterday, walking to the car I made a dramatic discovery. Slugs, at least some slugs around here, molt<\/strong>. And I finally saw another snail with a shell that looks a lot like its cousin slugs. Here’s the portraiture, including the discarded slug skin from a molt: <\/p>\n\n\n

slug<\/sup><\/td>\n
discarded slug skin<\/sup><\/td>\n
snail<\/sup><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n
and the post lunch napper awoke to sunshine…<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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