I figured it out today …

… I slept an hour later than usual, woke to grey skies, ate bacon and eggs instead of beneficial oatmeal, did rapid-fire errands, stopped by the herring run just as the day turned awesome (I saw a big school of herring waiting in the top pool), installed a new mower blade and mowed the lawn, bought a six-pack of Offshore Ale, strung up my rod with a new lure, and hit the prettiest beach on Cape Cod for two hours of casting practice (no fish yet) in the setting sun before rushing home and catching the last five innings of a four-hour classic of a baseball game against Yankees (who also lost a nailbiter to the Sox the night before), cooking the entire time (rillettes, duck leg confit, vegetable stock, hummous) screaming at the TV in the kitchen, and scaring the dogs.

I congratulated my esteemed neighbor for doing the right thing, and she told me about an profile of your humble narrator in the Barnstable Enterprise.  I couldn’t find a copy, but someone dropped it by the house while I was running errands. I feel conspiciously auspicious. I’d point to it, but it’s not online and I am not in the mood for personal promotion.

A good friend dropped by and we got on the topic of seagull attacks and the time I watched a seagull poop into someone’s agape mouth aboard the Hyline ferry M/V Point Gammon when I worked on there as a deckhand in college.

Tomorrow I paint the bottom of the yacht and continue my gardening. My spring peas have sprouted and my arugula is showing itself.  The tulips have opened and the alcove reeks of hyacinths.

On a day like today it does not suck to be me.

Author: David Churbuck

Cape Codder with an itch to write

2 thoughts on “I figured it out today …”

  1. you are the champion, dude. i’ve only see a sagull perform precise fecal dive bombing once, on the Velron, Doug Fairbanks Sr.’s yacht which was turned into an all day sport fishing boat.
    i swear to God, gull’s practice that manuever.
    jimF.
    PS the Cotuit Mansion looks beautiful, dave. Good luck on the yacht.

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  2. “The herring is the king of the sea / the herring is the fish for me”

    Halcyon dyas indded. madly jealous, though the Berkshires did their best this gorgeous weekend, with bloodroot blooms and ramps for the foraging.

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