Oberon Drake, Writer and Sophisticat.

I heard Nora Roberts on NPR’s Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me a while ago. During the interview, she said she thought everyone made up stories in their head but learned that it wasn’t the case.

News to me was that it wasn’t the case.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve had narratives in my head. Random characters, people I knew, and characters from TV or books all had been featured at some point in various daydreams.

I’ve been able to build on that through Obi’s presence online.  He’s such a strong character that sometimes he doesn’t fit it at Scouts. There’s a level of catness to him that the others don’t have, nor do they seem to understand. But I like him. And I’m not going to change him fundamentally.

My new goal is to get these narratives out of me head and onto paper. Someone may be interested in reading them, even if that someone is only myself. How bad can they be?

Today

That time when you meet someone you’ve casually known for years and it’s fun; it works. You get on well, hours feel like minutes, and you look forward to Next Time before this time ends.

Tonight, I’m thankful for aeroplanes that make the world small.

2012 La Grêle

 

Three years ago, I hosted a small-ish dinner party. One of the guests was someone I hadn’t seen in while, after some past bullshit drama to which I was, through no fault of my own, an indirect participant.  They brought a wonderful housewarming gift: A bottle of 2012 La Grêle.

Unfamiliar with this wine, I researched and learned that on July 1st, 2012, a hailstorm “of incredible violence” destroyed everything on the Chateau de Roquefort’s 62 acres. Everything. In seven minutes, the entire 2012 harvest was gone. Neighbors and fellow growers stopped by and were shocked by the damage. One offered part of a crop, a second followed suit, then a third, then a … well, fast forward to thirty-seven.

It’s a blend of carignan, cinsault, grenache, mourvedre, merlot, cabernet sauvignon, syrah and rolle – all of the different grapes from all the different people who banded together to help out someone in the face of adversity.

So, when and where do I drink it? When is the right time for a bottle of wine that you’re ‘saving’ for the right (perfect?) occasion?

 

PADI Calls Me A Diver

I was always told that I’d never be able to dive because of my ears. AD, the diving instructor, had been using a special earplug for years. He makes them to allow the pressure to change while keeping water out. He made a pair for me and they worked a treat!

I earned my open water certification today.

As a kid, I was fascinated with diving a shipwreck. Now I can. Well, I’ll need further certification, but I’m *able* to make this dive.

Break of Day

My second favorite poem is “Break of Day” by John Donne.

 

Break of Day
‘Tis true, ‘tis day, what though it be?
O wilt thou therefore rise from me?
Why should we rise because ‘tis light?
Did we lie down because ‘twas night?
Love, which in spite of darkness brought us hither,
Should in despite of light keep us together.
Light hath no tongue, but is all eye;
If it could speak as well as spy,
This were the worst that it could say,
That being well I fain would stay,
And that I loved my heart and honour so,
That I would not from him, that had them, go.
Must business thee from hence remove?
Oh, that’s the worst disease of love,
The poor, the foul, the false, love can
Admit, but not the busied man.
He which hath business, and makes love, doth do
Such wrong, as when a married man doth woo.