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By Tom Seymour | Jun 19, 2020

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As the partial lockdown continues, Waldo remains at a standstill. Eventually things must take a turn for the better, but as of now the end is not yet in sight.

So it’s on to other things. Something happened to me that made me keenly aware of how quickly the years pass.

My wristwatch began giving me problems and, eventually, stopped. So I tapped it on my desk and it sprang back to life. But I need a reliable timepiece and so went to the jeweler to buy a new watch. I told the jeweler my problem and he asked if it might not simply be a worn-out battery.

I told him that the battery couldn’t possibly be at fault, since I just recently had it replaced. It seemed to me that I was only in the shop some time last fall. Big mistake.

The jeweler took the watch into his back room, where he looked up the records. He soon came back out and plunked the watch down on the counter. “All fixed,” he said. I was incredulous. Then he told me that it had been two years since my last battery replacement. I was shocked. Ten bucks for a new battery and my watch was as good as new. I can’t say the same for my ego, though.

So all you young people who feel that the years pass ever so slowly, take heed, since as you age, that will reverse and then you, too, may think that a year or two ago was, “only yesterday.”

In the garden

I made my third planting of lettuce and am hoping for the best. Cold conditions kept the seed from germinating. It’s funny, too, since lettuce is supposedly an early crop that we can safely plant as soon as the ground thaws. Well, har-de-har to that.

Truly, this is a strange year. My second planting of green beans is just now coming up. The only vegetables that performed as hoped for were peas, crookneck summer squash and carrots.

This would normally be disastrous for me, but since my house is for sale, I’m hoping that it sells sooner rather than later, in which case someone else will reap the fruits of my labor. But that’s fine, since I need to move to the Frankfort area because I am the new pastor of the Congregational church there.

Getting back to the relative speed of the passing of years, there was a time when I would gladly buy my current property. With a woodlot, gardens and a fish pond full of trout, it is everything I could want. Plus, it’s only minutes away from downtown Belfast. And yet, being off the road, my cottage seems as remote as if it were in one of the numbered townships up north.

Everything is relative, though. My aching back can no longer deal with a wood stove and I find it difficult to maintain my property in a way that it deserves. But that’s life.

Under the feeder

Songbirds, with the exception of hummingbirds and a persistent yellow-shafted flicker, remain out of sight. The one critter that keeps me entertained, the hare, comes by every day. Now it has become quite tame and no longer runs off when I open the door.

Perchin’ prediction

I went white-perch fishing at Seven Tree Pond last week and found that during the trip down, the transducer for my fish locator had bounced out of the boat and was dragged along all those miles. When searching for schooling fish such as perch, a fish locator is a real boon.

The thing worked fine, though. But there was a slight problem. It mounted on the boat by means of a suction cup and that suction cup and the transducer parted ways somewhere along the way.

While going along, I turned the fish locator on, as was my routine. And to my amazement, it worked. The thing lay on the bottom of the boat in some rainwater that I hadn’t managed to dispose of. And that was all it took. It worked through the boat hull and in fact, worked better than when mounted on the stern, since I could go at near-top speed and it still gave a credible readout.

Sometimes we lose a battle but win a war.

Weekly quote

“I think a lot, but I don’t say much.” — Anne Frank

 

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