Pelican House is a beach house on the coast of South Carolina. It's the location of a writer's workshop and this is the third day. I call it a workshop, but it really isn't. There isn't any critiquing nor are there assignments that require the participants to follow a difficult format. Each participant can choose if they want to write a poem or if they want to do their assignment in prose.

First off, the participants decide on a made-up character and they will write from that character's viewpoint. They will keep their character throughout out the seven day workshop. This is day 3 and this is Stan, the leader talking:

Well folks, as you can see it's raining this morning, and if we're to believe the weather forecast, it will rain all day. I happen to love rain and maybe it's because I'm not one who spends a lot of time on the beach. In other words, today is my kind of day.

Before you think of this as being the start of a dreary, boring day, let me say that I have several indoor activities planned for you. When I was working up the week's assignments, I was pretty sure it wouldn't be a full week of sunshine.

First of all, I have a jig-saw puzzle for those of you who enjoy puzzles. It's a one-thousand piece picture of a group of sailboats at sea. Also, Carolyn has a friend who owns a small bead shop in town and this friend has volunteered to teach a class on jewelry making. She will bring an assortment of beads and offer them for free, and she will also bring beads you can buy. I think you'll enjoy her class. Last summer Carolyn made some beautiful necklaces and she'll be assisting in the teaching.

A third activity for the day will be kite-making. Tomorrow I'll be taking this group on a bus to one of the hotels in town. There's to be a Kite Festival on the beach and the hotel is allowing us the use of their porch. I'll tell you more about it tomorrow, but today I'm going to give you the opportunity to make a kite. Have you ever tried to make a kite? It isn't that difficult and all materials will be furnished by Pelican House. In fact, you might want to enter your kite in the festival. I'll be on hand to help with the construction and maybe we can get some volunteers to help.

If you don't care for any of today's activities maybe you'd like to take a walk in the rain. We have rain gear you can borrow and then there's the porch. If it isn't windy, you might like to sit on the porch and use our binoculars. You just might see a school of porpoises swimming along the shoreline.

As for your writing, how about a poem or some prose such as what you might enter in a journal? Tell us how you spend your day. We'll gather again around 5 this evening for some wine and cheese and then after supper I'll ask each of you to read to the group.

Have a wonderful day and enjoy the rain.



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Pelican House

By Amy (Fabulousfilly@aol.com)


arose this morning to the pouring down rain
some folks think this kind of day will drive them insane.
For some of us it's a time to curl up
on the porch with tea and your pup
grab the binoculars, take a peek
look and look, seek and seek


you never know what you will see
a pelican maybe digging for seed
a group of fish diving in deep
maybe some worms that are going to creep


i also grabbed my book today
a mystery of course to pass the time away
i love mysteries since i was a child
it calms me on days like this meek and mild


well the day went by in a hurry
i'm glad it stayed rain nary a flurry
it's time now for tea
i bid you a dry night from me.











Pelican House

By Sharon (ByGolly25@aol.com)


As I sat watching the rain outside
And lightning streaking far and wide
I warmed myself by the fireplace
Watched the kitten and dog give chase


The children laughing at the pets with glee
Then I decided to make a kite for free
Light weight sticks to make the frame
Someones newspaper I took with no shame


The newspaper made the body of kite
My kite was colored of black and white
It needed a tail what should it be
A sash from my dress I could use for free


Then I took paint and painted some eyes
On the body of kite and hoped it would rise
Oh good I see available a ball of string
Tomorrow I hope a prize my kite will bring


Outside the rain storm came pouring down
I see from the window a seagull clown
It lands on the porch to get out of the rain
Waiting out the storm for sunshine to come again











Pelican House

By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)


Millie rose to the rainy day she dreaded, for she is claustrophobic when it rains. “What if I make a mess at the beads or kites? What if everyone is better than I? There is always one expert, and if I try those things, I may have that old feeling of failure or is it jealousy?” Millie slipped on her jeans and a sweatshirt that said “I Read Grisham” and went downstairs for coffee. She was glad she had paid extra to have a single room. How she wished she could be as outgoing as the rest. What a kindness it was to be provided rain gear for a walk in the rain! Millie had a sugar doughnut, homemade with lots of nutmeg, and took her big red plastic cup with the “M” on it, filled with hot black coffee, and shuffled off down the wet wooden stairs and out on the edge of the ocean’s lapping. She loved the feel of wet rain blowing in her face, soft wet sand underfoot, and a sort of thrill of remembering seafaring folk who braved storms, black and scary, to arrive at this land. She could see the beams of a long away lighthouse automatically triggered on a day like this. She moved her eyes over driftwood and made shapes of animals, cuddle winged pelicans, and crawling people as if their ships had sank. She imagined how they would survive on this scraggly beach. A blast of undercurrent wind caused her to fight for her balance, and here, only here, Millie could laugh out loud, reaching her fists to the clouds and daring the elements! Oh, she thought, this may be the best day of all on this workshop. This will be the one I will remember most. I can’t wait to tell my friend on e-sharmany on my laptop tonight. But here in this wildness of shells, white-capped water slapping, squishing sand, foreboding clouds and the wind'showls and moans and thrills, I am at one with old seamen, strong bare-shouldered sailors pulling ropes and sails, brave young wives with newborns born in holds of long ago searchers of freedom. Here I have courage, unconfined by the polite platitudes of civilization, hiding a wandering and longing soul.

Just wait until I beg off he wine and cheese for my laptop! For I have been Mrs. Captain Ahab!









Pelican House

By Cottage Lady (Patience@bresnan.net)


Susan awakened to the sound of rain on the roof and the patter of it on the windows. It was a heavy steady downpour. She rolled over in bed and discovered that Alice was awake also. They dressed in sweats and then went downstairs together. They grabbed coffee and sat on the window seat of a large bow window overlooking the ocean, talking and watching the white waves crest, crash and tumble on the shore.

Soon the delicious smell of the buffet breakfast drew them to the dining room. Most everyone was up and seemed to be in a good mood despite the rainy weather. “Oh my,” Susan thought, “hot oatmeal, pancakes, maple syrup, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits, honey, hash browns, fresh fruit, and coffee cake. How do I decide what to eat?” Everyone was digging in and enjoying the meal immensely.

Stan sat at the head of the table and explained the indoor activities he had planned for the day, which were being set up in the living room. Susan and Alice wandered in together with their coffee, checking out the kite table and deciding that was not for them. They looked over the 1000 piece puzzle which was barely begun, and then meandered over to the bead and jewelry making table. Carolyn and her friend were spreading out beads and different strands with which to make necklaces. Susan and Alice sat at the table, ready to take a lesson and string up some brightly colored beads. They were working and listening to instructions when they heard a commotion from out in the hallway.

Suddenly Daisy the kitten and Bea, the pup, raced into the room, hell bent for leather. They rushed around tables, onto the sofa and chairs, around and under the coffee table, playing, mewing and barking. All of a sudden little Daisy jumped up on the card table set up to hold the beads as Bea chased around the legs of the table. Daisy flew off the table scattering beads all about the room’s wooden floors, scatter rugs, and onto furniture, hundreds of them scattered like marbles all over the place.

Everyone rushed over to help with the picking and cleaning up, which became another unanticipated activity for the rainy day. People were laughing, slipping and cleaning up and despite the accident, it became a good time. When all was settled, Susan and Alice donned slickers and boots for a walk in the rain on the beach. They decided that if they were going to have necklaces, they would just buy them from Spotted Horse.









Pelican House

By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@comcast.net)


Addie and Bea face day three at Pelican House which gets off to a rough start....................

Addie woke up in the darkness of the room. She reached for her pen flash light on her night stand. The travel alarm said it was 4:00 a.m. Her head was pounding with a sinus headache. She looked over and Amy was fast asleep as was Bea in her kennel. Addie could hear the rain, and she then knew why her head was hurting. She got up quietly, put on her robe, slipped her feet into her slippers and went for a hot shower. She was hoping the steam would help her head. In the meantime, she took two Extra Strength Tylenol. When she came back into the room, light was beginning to filter in, but is was raining on Pelican House, and it was one of those misty type weather events with a little fog to boot. She had chosen to wear something comfortable. Addie put on a pair of soft denim jeans and an over sized shirt. She laid back down on the bed. Amy woke up and saw her laying there in her clothes. She inquired as to if Addie was sick; as to which Addie replied with a "I have a sick headache". "Probably the rain", said Amy. Amy said she was going to take a quick shower, dress and go down for breakfast. She inquired if Addie would like for her to bring her a tray, but Addie said her stomach was queasy, and she would have dry toast and tea later. Amy asked if she could help with Bea by taking her for her constitutional walk after breakfast. Addie thought a minute and decided to wait and see how she felt when Amy came back. It was still early, and Addie thought Bea would be alright in her kennel for a while longer. Addie closed her eyes and heard the door softly close as Amy departed for downstairs. Addie drifted off to sleep, and woke when she heard the door open. Amy was back. She told Addie that because of the rain there were going to be indoor activities today. Addie was glad as she still wasn't feeling very well. She did want to go downstairs though. She retrieved Bea from her kennel, and made her way to the elevator with Bea. Amy followed behind concerned for Addie's safety as she looked a little wobbly. Downstairs everyone was gathered around in the activity room deciding what they wanted to do for their activity. Stan's children offered to take Bea for her walk. Addie was grateful for their help and handed off the little plastic bag to the children.

The children came back with Bea. They had toweled her off, and left their raincoats on the porch. Addie took Bea into the kitchen and fed her. Then she sat down and had a cup of tea and a dry piece of toast while Bea laid at the side of her chair. After the tea and toast, Addie took some more Tylenol and felt a little better. She took Bea up the back stairs to the room and put her in her kennel. She then took the elevator back to the first floor and saw Amy in the activity room with several others. Addie walked out onto the porch still not feeling like an activity, although she did have some interest in making a kite. Bea would enjoy kite flying on the beach.

Addie stood looking out to sea, and she gasped in fear as she saw someone in the water. Who would go in the water on such a bad weather day as this? She could make out a figure in the water frantically waving their arms and thrashing about. She ran in the house and told Stan to call the life guard station which was down the beach a few miles at the public beach. She quickly ran upstairs and grabbed Bea from her kennel. They raced down the stairs, onto the porch and down to the beach. The figure was still above water but frantically waving and struggling. Addie unhooked Bea's leash and gave her the code words for rescue. Bea swam out to the figure thrashing in the water. Bea had what they call a "soft mouth". She knew just where to take hold of a person, how to maneuver the body and bring it to shore without harming them in any way. Bea soon has a young girl on the beach. It was Kathy's daughter, Clarissa. She had decided to go in the water even though it was raining. She thought what difference did it make, wet was wet. Kathy was by that time at her side kneeling on the sand. Everyone had gathered in the rain around Clarissa or was watching from the porch. The life guards came roaring down the beach in a dune buggy and saw that Clarissa had been stung by something in the water. She had a large red area on her leg, and evidentally she was having a severe allergic reaction to it. She was gasping for air and having trouble breathing. Stan said that an ambulance was on the way from the small village hospital, and they would take her to Charlotte if necessary. The Para Medics were on the scene in record time and administered an antidote. Clarissa soon began to breathe better, but they took her to the hospital for observation. Kathy got in the back of the ambulance with her and said they would call Stan to pick them up when the hospital thought it was safe to release her. So off the ambulance sped from the road above the House. Bea had finished her job and wanted to go back on the porch to rest, but Addie toweled her off and took her to her kennel to rest since everyone wanted to go back into the house.

Addie went back downstairs to join the others. She had another cup of tea, and her and Amy decided to make a kite. It was fun, and Addie painted a large Dolphin on the front of it. Amy had made kites before, but it was fun doing it as a team project.

At lunch time, Stan got the call that Clarissa and Kathy were ready to come back to the House. So he went to get them. It wasn't that far to the village. The hospital there didn't see a need for her to go to Charlotte since she responded well to the antidote. They were back in no time, and Clarissa went up to her room to rest while Kathy sat by her side and read to pass the time. The excitement was enough for a while. They said they would come down later to work on the puzzle, but then they decided to go home early as Kathy had got a call from home that she needed to return and go out of town again.

Addie was feeling much better and decided to make a bead necklace to take home to her friend, Lani. Lani was one of her art students and loved hand made necklaces. She usually wore seed necklaces that she enjoyed making as her ancestors had done for centuries, but a bead necklace from the Mainland would be a fun gift for her. This was after a fiasco between Bea and Daisy the kitten. Addie had brought Bea down briefly again to give her a snack where she encountered Daisy in the kitchen. They had a romp through the house and made quite a mess spilling beads all over everywhere. However, order was restored. Bea went back to her kennel, Daisy went back to the kitchen and Addie went back to make her necklace for Lani.

The rain continued, but the spirits were high as everyone joined in on the projects.

More later as Addie and Bea enjoy a day indoors...................









Pelican House

By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)


Damn, damn, work a puzzle, listen to some woman tell you about making beads, what a downer. Bet I could show them a little bit about making jewelry, good and pretty jewelry, but this bunch? Still have not hooked up with a walking or playing partner, guess old half breeds smell and are not in vogue these days. It could be dull and drab, but at least they have made a few small purchases and no one has looked at anything other than jewelry. Oh well not much of a bar bill here but it is sort of lonesome among all these yakking women.

Some breakfast I had, not much to my liking and three small apples in my pocket. The lady Carolyn asked why I wanted small apples and seemed relaxed when I replied, “A large apple is too large for mosts appetite at one time and a lot are wasted. I prefer a small one, eat it all up then there is another if I want more but there is no waste and there is way too much waste already. Besides that they taste better.” She offered me three cookies in a little zip lock bag; she is a nice lady.

Trade the boots for a pair of well worn, but clean sneakers and find they have one of those old yellow slickers that fit me. Back home we have little rain so we do not have rain gear, just grin and bear it. I take my small camera, one of those new Nikon Cool pix put my apples in my pocket, put on my hat and start down the beach, enjoying the pit a patter of the rain. Most of the birds are just biding their time under something however I notice three ravens in a trash can.

I stop and watch the three, they are smart birds and boy do they know how to get stuff and make a mess. Two of them are on the can, one holding the flapper door open while the other pulls out bags and wads of paper. The one on the ground rips them open and when there is enough all three began eating what they find. When that is gone they go back to it and when they cannot get to anymore food they just move on down the beach. Better the Park people cuss kids and stray dogs for doing it, but no siree three smart ravens know how to get food and where to dine. I snap about fifty pictures of them, thinking maybe a grandson will like the pictures to write a story around. I tell him things I see and low and behold the next time I see him, he gives me some paper that has a story, a well written story about whatever it was.

Back home we do not get much rain except in the summer time and there is not much of it as we get most of our precip in the form of snow. Warm and the yellow slicker is fine as the wide brim on my hat is turned down to let the water flow off. I look out to the sea and can see very little, no fishing boats and do not know if there are any ships off the coast. Just amble along looking for something to snap a pic of or to think about. Still alone with that bunch as they seem cliquish and not very outgoing. I just talk to them all and find a lot cannot carry on much of a conversation with respect to many topics. Like they have not listened to the world news and are savvy to the going ons in this screwed up US of A.

I laugh as I think about making a kite, about the time when I worked with the cub scouts and our big project was to make a kite at home, no kits or store bought ones; a father son or mother son project and then we had a kite flying contest out back of the community center. My two sons and I made one out of balsa and the plastic taken from what the dry cleaners puts over your cleaning. Most kites I had seen as a boy, all two or four of them were way too heavy and barely flew. This time I wanted us to have one that if six people breathed too hard it would fly, used Surveyor’s tape for the tail and good nylon string.

My wife and daughter, not to be outdone made one out of dowels and newspaper, with an old petticoat for a tail. Well our two kites started up then when the wind pulled hard both just broke apart and plummeted to the ground; they were not strong enough for the typical Wyoming wind. But oh did we get chided as the wife and daughter’s kite soared aloft, higher and under better control than any other. Their trophy is still on the mantle of the old home there in Ethette.

As I get a good ways down the beach I see where the fishermen park and a small café or bait shop, heck maybe even both. I felt I needed a cup of coffee and maybe a little relief so I walked over and entered. It was a quaint place, sort of dark with ten or twenty men and women sitting around, all in their grubbies, their fishing clothes. I ordered coffee and went over in the corner to just, watch and observe. Soon I was drawn into a discussion about fishing and coastal fishing at that. “Look, I have never fished on the coast, heck this is my first time to walk on a beach and just gander. All of my fishing has been in fresh water streams fishing for trout; although I have fished some ponds and lakes, but when I fished those I used a fly outfit.”

“Man, have you missed it a grizzled old man told me, “Ain’t nothing like catching a nice one that will feed you for supper and maybe the next day. Shucks Fred over there and Francine one caught a 37 pounder.”

I shook my head, “Well you have not traipsed the mountain, dropped a line in a small stream that is running water that just melted from a glacier or the winter snow pack. Catch a pound or pound and a half, although rarely that big Cutthroat Trout, then build a small fire, make a cup of coffee and roast it there on the fire. Pull out your salt shaker, a little salt makes them taste better.” I looked around and they were all listening, “No, never fished your way as most of you have not fished my way.”

Finally I wandered back to the Inn, got a carafe of coffee and my mug then spiked my coffee and sat off in the far corner of the porch and watched, listened and observed. They were trying to put on this big face, this big façade but down deep they were not what they were trying to be here.

Also, I wondered about this get together, heck it was supposed to be a writing seminar but yesterday it was write about something you saw in detail and today since it is raining you are supposed to write about making a kite, or learning to string beads or looking at the rain. I put more cognac than coffee and began to scribble, putting down some words and thoughts, wondering?


Rain, rain falling, falling all around
plop, plop, plop is the sound
falling here and there, falling everywhere
when it hits the sand, just disappears, soaking in.


Gutter running small niagra there
as it cascades down the corrugated pipe
short lady walking with her dog,
both are wearing bright yellow rain coats.


Commotion inside, dog and cat playing chase
upset some of their planned classes
Sit and listen to the rain coming down
remembering how it was
up in New England.


Write about what you do,
me a sitting sipping cognac
all the while watching it rain
what a droll time but someone will explain


Rain, rain falling, falling all around
even the birds have shelter sought
just that lady and her dog
does she enjoy the rain?


Shake my head and look at what I have printed all lopsided on the sheet of blank paper, wondering how exciting and breath taking they will write about as some look as bored as me. I could borrow that lady’s flute or find a tree and make me one. Then sit out here and play, wondering if I would get accompaniment.

Put on the old yellow slicker and walk down to a large willow bush/tree where I select a nice small straight limb and cut it off and go back to my seat. Just before lunch time or dinner time, whatever they call it I finished and began to blow and tune it by enlarging the holes. As they gathered around the large table and began the buffet lunch I too went in and made me a large sandwich. Heck it really was a miniature Dagwood one. I even got a beer and Carolyn had one with me since I gave her money to buy a case. Doubt if anyone else will sip a suds, dang thought that Texican lady would be more friendly, but then I am just an ancient old half breed.











Pelican House

By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@comcast.net)


Addie and Bea continue day three at Pelican House where they seem to be "socked in" for the day.............................

Amy had been writing most of the day, either on the porch downstairs or the veranda upstairs. She liked to write in solitude.

Addie donned a rain slicker and went out again so that Bea could do her business. When they came back to the porch they noticed that Spotted Horse was off in a corner making a flute. Addie was intrigued, and went over to see how he was doing. They had a conversation about Native American flutes, and she offered to play a piece with him after supper if he wanted to do so. She told him that she had promised to play her other flute that evening, a Vivaldi piece, but that she could do that upstairs on the Veranda since it was Amy that she had promised. She couldn't believe that he was actually making a flute on the porch. She had purchased her Native American flute on the Oneida Reservation. The Oneidas originally lived in the state of New York, but some went to Wisconsin and Ontario, Canada.

Addie took off her rain slicker and toweled Bea off to go back in the house. Spotted Horse didn't say one way or the other if he was going to play flute with Addie that evening. She and Bea went back in the house. Bea was happy to go back to the room and get in her kennel after eating her supper in the kitchen. Carolyn had taken Daisy to another area to avoid another romp and play session between the two. Bea was tired from a long day, especially counting the water rescue and tag with Daisy.

Amy was still writing, so Addie did not disturb her other than to say that she would play Vivaldi before they went to bed that evening. Amy nodded and smiled while continuing to write.

Check back in to see if Addie and Spotted Horse play a Native American Flute duet after the writing for the day is read for Stan..............











Pelican House

By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)


Later Went back out on the porch, yes back to the corner ate my sandwich and drank my beer, well I had three beers and was still tuning it when Addie came over; she was the lady who had played her flute last night. She was friendly but shy like she was afraid I would scalp her or was bothering me. She asked questions and could not believe I just took the piece of willow and slid the bark off. She even asked what tools other than the large pocket knife I used and how did I get the pitch correct. Then she wanted to play a duet with me after supper, to which I said nothing because that is hard and takes practice and I doubt if I remember all the notes to any of the good works that are conducive to this type flute. Now I would love to have an evening in a bar with James Galway or Zamfier. I just remained silent and figured when I started playing she would either come and start playing or just ignore me.

Refilled my carafe with coffee and refilled my flask with Hennessey and then I got all of my stuff and set it up in the corner of the porch with the needle work and the four oil paintings as the centerpieces. Sipping my second mug of good Irish coffee I began to tootle, playing a piece handed down that was to the wolves in the winter time, the lone wolf on the mesa or something like that. It was a slow piece with some very high and the lowest of notes. I just pointed it up toward the sky and slowly began to play.

In a few I heard another Indian flute upstairs that was playing back parts of what I just played. I would play a few notes, pause and soon the one above would copy it, then I would play more and she would play it back. It made a fantastic sound as I was there on the porch, under a tin roof and she was above it playing out of an open window. A crowd gathered and I finished the tune, cleaned up my mess and left my newly made flute on the table.

“You made that?”


“Yes,” I replied.


“You made that since you cut that tree branch?”


“If you saw me cut the branch, then look at it and you will see it is.”


“Want to sell it?”


“Depends on the price and-or what you want to buy it for; playing or to show it off?" I looked at the man, he was the effeminate looking creature that was in my room. Well the large room on the third floor where we men slept. He was as queer as a seventeen dollar bill or a 2009 minted Stella.

“I will pay you twenty dollars for it,” he told me.


“Two hundred,” I replied.


“Fifty,” he returned.


“Five hundred,” I replied, wondering if he had sense enough to realize what I was doing. Hell I would have given it to him if he had asked and said he always wanted one or would like to try and play it. Don’t like the modern day ‘here is money’ attitude.

He stood there and you could see his fingers moving and he was counting, figuring. Finally he said, “Four hundred twenty five dollars cash.” He smiled because I figured that was every cent he could afford to pay.

“Two thousand,” I said, "Take it or leave it.” I was hoping the crowd would look at what I was displaying and hoping to sell, not that small flute I had just made from a willow limb.

As I was talking with him Addie came out with a big smile on her face. I picked up the flute, walked over to the edge of the porch and began to play Indian Love Call from the old movie. She soon was playing with me, it was fun and even if I say so, I did not miss too many notes and she was a lot better flutist than I.










Pelican House

By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@comcast.net)


Addie and Bea end day three at Pelican House.............


Addie and Bea were up in their room. It had been a very long and eventful day. It was fun playing flute with Spotted Horse. Addie thought that he did a great job crafting his flute and playing it as well. Some people are just naturals, she thought, natural artisans with natural talent. She had been noticing a piece of art that he wanted to sell, and she planned to buy it on day four of the workshop. She knew it would look good on the wall in her studio at home.

It was late and Addie was tired, but she never was too tired to play the flute. A promise was a promise. So, she sat on her bed and played the last part of Vivaldi's Four Seasons. She turned out her lamp and fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes.










Pelican House

By Diana Mercedes (writerworks@live.com)


At one end of the porch a single adirondack chair facing southeast sat vacant. Amy was drawn to it by a desire to be by herself. Rainy days ripen her appetite for reflection, if the sun could be sequestered behind a layer of gloom, so could she.

She thought about the assignment. On the horizon a dark foreboding wall of storm system threatened. Torn between taking a stroll down the beach before the heavy rains fell and relaxing with her cup of hot cocoa, misty minded and vaguely contented, she made up her mind, zipped her vest and settled in.

“Rainy days are for being inside,” she entered in her notebook. “And there is more than one way to be inside. Stan and Carolyn planned ahead for rain and arranged indoor things to do. Addie and I crafted a kite earlier, others were doing beadwork. That is one way to be inside. But when you are creating, you are also inside yourself. Consulting with yourself, asking about proper dimensions, listening for inclinations that decide upon color and design of beadwork. Creating always flows inside out. Your creation will always express something that came from inside.”

“Of course you can practice crafts on sunny days too. However, rain gives you permission to fritter away hours on the frivolous. If rain is heavy enough, you can cancel the Doctor appointment, postpone the shopping trip and the planting. The nagging sunny day voice, ‘Why don’t you go outside?’ is silenced.”

She paused, her hand covering notebook pages that gusts of wind were intent on flipping.

“The best place to be when it rains? Anywhere it is raining,” she continued writing. “But the ocean and the mountains get honorable mention. Rainy days are nice in the city too, except raindrops prefer dribbling through fir trees, clinging to the tips of pine needles in crystal droplets before plunking into soft earth.”

“Rainy days are like the womb, or an egg, one is surrounded by water that nurtures and feeds, it is comforting, life renewing itself. Before we are required to strategize and survive and separate ourselves from that dreamlike place, before we are jolted out of that blissful trance of serenity and peace we do not think.”

“What a relief it is not to have to think.”

Unpleasant images crowded their way into her reverie. “…Not to have to think…” She wished she could turn off her brain, stop her mind from tramping over the same ground again and again. The argument swung from extreme to extreme…”Maybe if I had tried harder to make it work, understood about how important his work was to him. No, there was more to it than that, either you are married to your work or you are married to your wife.”

Sometimes she felt, intuited, that he was compelled to work long hours because he felt as isolated in the marriage as she did.

“What a relief it is not to have to think.”

She read the sentence again. “Is that what it is about the rain? It is more right brain? Non linear? More feminine?

“Rain christens, renews, refreshes. Rain is water and water is life.”

She looked up. The front was moving in fast. The air felt electric. If she wrapped this up she might have a few minutes for a walk along the water. The waves that washed up on shore were a sickly green, the depth of the ocean dull steel gray. “The ocean too, retreats inside itself on rainy days,” she thought, “Casting shadows of it’s own.”

“Everything in balance though, sun grows, rain nurtures, winds cast seeds adrift and the seasons take their turn. Tomorrow I will be as excited about a clear untroubled sky as I am about this moody hour that encourages introspection.”

“There,” she murmered, placing the pen and the notebook next to her empty cup on the bench near the front door. Everyone was inside, the sense that rain was imminent traveled virally and warm environs beckoned. Amy bounded down the stairs and set a semi jogging pace toward the ocean. She wouldn’t walk far in one direction but loop around so when the storm hit she would not be far from home.










Pelican House

By susi (Texaswishr@aol.com)


Day three dawned, still grey and rainy. My cd had stopped after I went to sleep, Rachmaninoff probably tired too. I lay snugged under the covers altho it wasn't cold in the room, and thought about what we were going to do today. Even tho it was raining, I was sure Stan had some things planned for us. So, guess I'll haul my lazy butt out of this warm, cozy bed, make a pot of coffee, sit on the window seat and just have a cuppa and try to look forward to this drizzly day. I am starting to miss my old house in Windom. I didn't really have much time at home after I got back from visiting Susi in Michigan. Lordy, it was cold up there, but I always love being with her. She took me to a place called Frankenmuth. That is a lovely German town about a half hour up the road from her place. Her husband was German and this town was one of his favorite places to go. It was probably the cleanest city I have ever been in, despite being a place filled with tourists. We also went to a small town west of her called Owosso and went thru Curwood's Castle, home of the author, James Oliver Curwood. It was pretty cool altho really small. I wondered how anyone could live there. It was like going thru the looking glass into a series of tiny booklined rooms. There was even a turret room that was accessed by a spiral staircase. One day we went to Holly, Mi, another small town whose claim to fame was that Carrie Nation, the famous temperance leader, once took her axe to the bars in Battle Alley before being tossed unceremoniously out a door and sent packing out of town, at least that is how the story goes. Then we went to tea at the Holly Hotel, a restored hotel from the early eighteen hundreds. Everyday it was someplace new and I enjoyed every one of them. I took five days driving back home, stopping at the Meramec Caverns in Missouri, Wilson's Creek Battleground in Springfield, a buffalo ranch in Afton, Oklahoma, Cherokee Casino near Durant, Oklahoma and then on down the road to Texas Hwy 82, turned left and drove to my beloved home in Windom. I was only home for three days before throwing a suitcase into the car, gassing it up and heading out for South Carolina.

All these thoughts went thru my mind as I sat there looking out at the rain, drinking my coffee. Well, might as well get my shower, get dressed and mosey on next door for breakfast. I am kinda hankerin' for some eggs, grits, biscuits, gravy and bacon, and this being South Carolina, i'm sure that will be on the menu. Will write later about whatever assignment we are given and whatever adventures I experienced.










Pelican House

By susi (Texaswishr@aol.com)


I had a pretty good day. When I found out the projects for the day were a jigsaw puzzle and kite making, I opted out of both and decided to just relax in my room. Looked to me like everyone else was going to either work on the projects or just go their own way. But, on rainy days, my most favorite thing to do is to just snuggle up in a comfortable chair and read, or write. My room has a little electric fireplace on one wall with a really nice, overstuffed chair and a lamp by it, so I turned it on, settled in with a coke out of the fridge, and my big yellow pad, pen and my copy of True Compass, a memoir by Senator Edward Kennedy. I think I mentioned that I have two books to my credit and I have another started, so I thought that I might work on it a little too. I always work well with the sound of rain falling, and it was really coming down. So, I did get a bit of work done, and a bit of reading too before my eyes closed and I fell asleep. I woke up in time to get ready for dinner, had worked, read and slept right thru lunchtime. I joined the others at Pelican House for a most enjoyable meal of grilled salmon with a delicious dill sauce, some asparagus and some great potatoes au gratin, and for dessert, one of their fantastic raspberry scones with a large dollop of Devonshire Cream. I think I could eat one of those everyday of my life. There was a lot of conversation about Kathy's daughter, Clarissa and her episode in the water. I am glad she is going to be ok, and I certainly thanked Addie for her and Bea's quick thinking and actions in saving her life. Old Spotted Horse was sitting in a corner with his wares, and carving on what turned out to be a flute. He and Addie ended up in a flute duet which was really very pleasant to listen to, he on his hand-carved flute and she with her silver flute. All in all it was a real comfortable evening spent with them. I guess the rainy weather and the wine and good meal relaxed me to a point that coming back to my room and going to bed was all I wanted to do, and that is just what I did. Tonight my cd player is soothing me with Dvorak's New World Symphony. Gonna turn out the light now. Hope the rain is gone in the morning and we have a sunny day. Wonder what the assignment will be. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..................................







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