Miscellaneous: Tide in and out

December 25, 2016 / Jim McDonald / Leave a comment

Entertainment that involve boats are often misleading, concerning tides. Whether it’s a television show or movie, they always show ebb tide (between high and low tide) or when the boat is even with shore. They hardly ever show, when the boat is three feet below ground level or three feet above it.

Taken in the summer of 2016. If you look closely in the center of the photo is a Water Moccasin.

I live on a house boat, that’s moored on the starboard (right) side. I have a ladder in the water leaning on the sea wall and since it’s stuck in the mud it stays put. I probably need it half the time to get on and off the boat.

The other night, while I was climbing up the ladder, I lost my right flip flop. I went right back on the boat to get my flashing light and landing net, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. It sinking baffled me, since it’s basically made of a rubber composite, but it was gone.

Fishing: landing net

This spring the flip flops will be two years old and worn out. I seldom wear my flops in the winter, but for short trips, it’s still easier. I had hoped they would have lasted till spring.

Tide goes out, then it comes back in. As it happened, so did my shoe. The top was fairly dry and now it’s in the living room drying.

Life comes and then it goes. Most times it comes back again.

Guest blog: Show His Love by Gwyn Dooley

December 22, 2016December 22, 2016 / Jim McDonald / Leave a comment

Guest blog: Show His Love by Gwyn Dooley

We are all a vital part
Of our Savior’s loving Heart
Each designed to play a role
In His Kingdom, here below

Sent to do the best we can
To show His Love for fellow man
For some of them may never know
That our Father loves them so

So let us show them, everyday
In some gentle, loving way
Being patient, kind and good
And loving them as Jesus would

by: Gwyn Dooley

Random thoughts: Writing about the Blues

December 21, 2016December 22, 2016 / Jim McDonald / 2 Comments

LRandom thoughts: Writing about the Blues.

King of the Blue’s, Mr BB King

Sometimes I’m depruessed and that’s a perfect time to write stories of gloom and doom. Also reminiscing of sad times gone by, can create the perfect atmosphere to write blueish poetry or songs.

When I write poetry, it leans to pensiveness. My friends will ask, “Are you alright?” as well they should, because they’re my friends and they know and love me.

Sometimes I would answer, “Yeah, I’m good, just writing. Thanks for asking,” but if I am depressed, I’ll answer, “I’m a little down,” we’ll talk about it, then the conversation will lead into a more natural normal dialogue.

Lately I’ve been trying to write a blue’s song, with the desire to follow in the legendary footsteps of the great BB King. I’m finding it difficult to write something without a melody. When I write words, it’s to a tune in my head, that has already been written. I question how do these performers write words to music, but they know music and I’m trying to learn words.

I love listening to Muddy Waters, Howlin’ Wolf, Slim Harpo, some harp by Little Walter, Etta James and many others. It seems they take the words right out my heart and expose them to world.

Etta James

I’ve liked the Blues for decades, but when Raymond and I watched the movie, Cadillac Records, it really took hold of me.

Have all the good songs been sung? Have all the good words been written? Hope not all of them, because I want to put my feelings into words, then on paper, then in your heart.