Dig Your Own Clams (And Save A Bundle!)
One recent wee morning hour, I woke up with a killer idea for a blog post. I mean, this post was some kind of pithy, full of barbs and razors, and yet simultaneously gentle on the skin. I say this realizing I only had the core nugget of an idea when I awoke. OK, just a title really.
And then…poof, gone! Actually, it didn’t vaporize quite as instantly as that. It faded out over the course of the rest of those dark morning hours. I awoke again after the sun had risen, and once again the same idea surfaced for an awesome blog post. “Write it down,” I told myself. “Or, option two, go back to sleep. Your choice.” More slumber passed, and when I awoke for good I had forgotten that I’d even had the blog-post-cum-dream; it was only later that morning, en route to work, that I said, “That blog post! Hmmm…now what was it again?” It was on the tip of my brain for a fleeting moment, like maybe 3 seconds, and then I felt it slip away permanently.
On a separate note, I’ve decided to keep a little more of my hard earned dough by living off the fruit of the sea this summer, eating only what can be line-caught or dug from mud flats. Or scavenged, if necessary. Will report back some weeks down the road, when I expect to be a little trimmer.