1. The tide changes every 6 hours, 12 minutes, and 25 seconds.
2. The top three most dangerous animals to people on HHI are: #3: the stingray; #2: the jellyfish; #1: (get ready…) the oyster. Yes. I said oyster.
3. Atlantic Bottlenose Dolphins do something that is specific only to the salt marshes around HHI. They strand feed. That is, they drive the fish up onto the muddy banks and then beach themselves while they feed, sliding back into the marshy water when they’ve had their fill.
4. Bald Eagles are evidently not confined to the northern regions of our country (if you already knew this, I’m sorry). I saw a mated pair with their eaglet while on our expedition today.
5. Never eat an oyster that has been in water that is 72 degrees or higher. Bacteria begins to grow at that temperature which deems them unsafe to eat.
6. There is a type of bird that can drill through the shell of an oyster to get at the meat inside. Sadly I can’t remember their name… I have some research to do.
7. Live Oac trees are native to HHI and do not lose their trees in the fall, like most deciduous trees. Instead, they lose them in the spring and then regrow new leaves about two weeks later.
8. Live Oac is absolutely the best company with which to take your dolphin adventure. Our guide, Scott, was awesome! They also lead kayaking, fishing, and various other outdoor adventures. Check them out!!
Have I ever mentioned how hard it is for me to be patient? Those who know me well know this about me. I’m sure I drive them crazy at times, wanting things to happen immediately. My husband is the complete opposite. He chews on decisions like gristle, sucking every possible scenario out of them before determining his path. It is this quality in him that helps keep me grounded, I think.
Currently, I am in the process of getting a freelancing career off the ground. I have only just begun and the impatient side of me is already taking over. As I wait to be approved by certain organizations I keep telling myself what a wonderful practice this will be for the lengthy waits I will encounter in my future as a novelist. Waiting for the agent’s call, waiting for the editor’s comments, waiting for the publisher to… well… publish. It will prepare me for that, right? Don’t tell me the excruciation of waiting is all for nought… oh, deep breath…
Good things come to those who wait. Okay, if that slogan can work for Guinness, I can make it work for me. Slàinte!
We live in a portion of the country that suffered from a beautiful March snowstorm last night. The trees around our farm are blanketed in a cozy frosting of snow. Even for those of us who are more than ready to say, “Good-bye,” to winter weather, it is a truly magical sight to see.
A friend of mine recently shared a blog post via Facebook that hit home. It was a rather tongue-in-cheek take on the achievements (or lack thereof) made by those who pursue their dreams in the hours around their day job and familial commitments. (The blog was written by David Ferguson and posted on www.theonion.com if you’d like to read it for yourself.)
Every word that man wrote seemed to come directly from the little sarcastic being that whispers words of doubt and belittlement to me on a daily basis. I am one of those who attempts to achieve my dreams around the day job (it pays the bills) and my family (who offers much needed support). If I were to challenge the role of either of those entities in favor of 100% pursuance of my personal dream, would I be happier in the long run?
That is the ultimate question isn’t it?
We could make a list of pros and cons in an effort to determine the best road to take. Let’s see… if I quit my day job and write eight hours a day, five days a week…
Pro: My stack of completed pieces would be substantially thicker than it is currently. I would also be able to commit more time to the business side of writing, perhaps generating some income through freelancing, etc.
Con: I would be unable to meet financial obligations, which could lead to such things as vehicle repossession or even foreclosure on my home.
I think I can answer with certainty that the inner turmoil of the con in this situation would wreak havoc on my creative juices. Although I would have 8 hours, chances are I would be less able to create the high quality work I currently expect from myself in my abbreviated time slots.
The crazy thing is, I don’t disagree with Mr. Ferguson at all. I don’t want to be one of those people who says, “Well, I gave it 50% and it didn’t pan out, but at least I tried.”
I want to be one of those people that can say, “I did all I could with the time I had and it’s finally working out! Now I can quit my day job!”