So we beat on

img_4638 So we beat on, boats against the current, ceaselessly into the past,  so says Nick Carraway recalling Jay Gatsby’s faith in a future that will bring him his dream, Daisy Buchanan and everything she stands for.  We are all Gatsby’s muse, longing for a far away ship that will carry us to our promised land.

The land is not enough, it represents the past or the present. The future is the ship on the vast ocean blue that represents our hopes and dreams.


Sitting on the porch at day’s end viewing the sun glinting off the ocean, my wife said, This is what vacations in Maine are for, and I replied, completing her thought, absolutely nothing, to sit and Think of things that matter not and mean everything.


You got to get up

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You got to get up, you got to get up,you got to get up in the morning. The morning, the morning, it was my mother’s warning.

You got to get up, my mother said, to study hard, to get ahead. Oh, let me sleep a minute more, I said to her, the day will wait for my dreams. You got to get up, she said to me, you got to get up, she said to me, a broken record, a refrain that repeats, brush your teeth, comb your hair, the bus won’t wait, the teacher will scold you if your late.

Later on, I joined the infantry and sang the song all soldiers sing while lying in the cot at dawn. Me a lowly private, and all I want is my privacy, a bit of sleep, the war can wait, while I dream and sleep in peace.

‘Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning
Oh! how I’d love to remain in bed;
For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call;
You’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up this morning!
Irving Berlin

Now, I am older, wiser, no mom, no sergeant telling me what to do, and a wife who likes to sleep and stay in bed.

Me, I have changed my tune, I get up to let the dog out, and make a cup of coffee, just to watch the sun rise over the tree tops. It is quite a show and just for me, the dreams are gone, the day can’t wait, there is much to do.

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Hazel’s Cafe at Robyns Lake House

And the song I sing, is by Carol King. You will agree, it is beautiful, and quite inspiring. Perhaps, you will even sing along with me.

You’ve got to get up every morning with a smile on your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
Then people gonna treat you better
You’re gonna find, yes, you will
That you’re beautiful as you feel

I rise, I shine, I am at my best, with a little rest, and a cup of coffee in the early, early morn, making up a poem for you.

You are what you think

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Raindrops in Kansas

It is a rainy day here in Kansas.

The rain is good but it gets me down. The clouds are gray, the dog doesn’t stir, and I have no where to go.

My antidote to this malaise is to smile and think of Robyn’s Lake House. It is Traditions’ new site, a getaway, a mountain retreat beside the lake where the sun always shines and the birds sing. And in my memory I hear Julie Andrews thinking about favorite things, and somehow I insert a line about raindrops on branches, and smile.

Lake Rules

You can visit if you want, but you have to smile. No stinking thinking at the lake, no crabby thoughts, you ought to relax and have fun.

My Daughter

“You are what you think,” my daughter said and smiled.

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Such a simple thought

Smile and the whole world smiles, such a simple thought, an idea that is contagious. Something that always makes us feel better. It is just what the doctor ordered. Besides, they say, it takes less effort to smile than frown.

Oh, doesn’t a smile on your face make everything fall into place?

So smile and brighten someone’s day. (You don’t need to be Irish, but it helps.)

I must go the the sea again

Sea Fever

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking…

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

John Masefield

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What is in a pillow?

Chandler 4 Corners, there is a story in every pillow.

Take for instance Sail Away, Laura Megroz’s fanciful interpretation of the ocean side. An inviting red Adirondack chair sits at water’s edge, while friendly crabs scamper around in the sand, a few puffy clouds overhead, and sailboat to take me away.

Ahhhh, the beach is a wonderful place, but not as nice as the blue sea and the sky.


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