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Wonderword — Door County Shopping

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Wonderword — Door County Shopping May 31, 2007
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A unique house stands near the edge of the busiest highway in Door County. A sun-sparkled, crystal-clear lake laps at the home’s backyard out-buildings and chirpy bird calls obscure the road noise from the many layers of nature’s sounds. Black-faced swans, with shiny iridescent feathers, stretch their necks high like giraffes nibbling the highest branches of a lone tree. The female swan, though less flashy than the male, shows a sculpted daintiness under her masqureade of brown colored feathers. Three children play in a nearby tree fort.

Above the front door’s arch, a handmade sign spins ’round, blown by strong winds and loosely hanging by tiny screws. It reads “Collette’s Gift and Beauty Shoppe. Low cost custom cuts.” Peeking through a set of white draperies, I see a single sink and hair dryer, and a glass display cabinet filled with dusty, cheap trinkets. The glass panels are beveled and the panes are etched with a flutter of butterflies, belying it’s antique worth and catches my husband’s eye.

Across the highway, a smaller log cabin stands amidst tall prairie grasses and perennial flowers. An engraved plaque is fastened to the door and reads ‘The Miniature Lamp and Jewelry Collection.’ Two artists stand behind a counter at an elaborate work station. On a piece of black velvet lays a tool kit placed on a red lacquered tray. The man, who bears an uncanny likeness to Albert Einstein, works on a hand-crafted collection of necklaces shaped from specks of gold nuggets. He uses a sheet of paper as a pattern. The custom jeweler, Lester Thomas, also uses a heat gun to shape the precious metal into rings and bracelets.

Since the recent death of his wife, Maria, he struggles to replace the best known and talented artisan in the resort community. Although his daughter, Alena, is learning the craft, she hasn’t inherited the natural talent her mother possessed. The mortgage and the costs of metal are due, and Lester struggles to meet his budget. He imagines the business his wife built from next to nothing will go bankrupt. He can barely see his creation through a steady stream of his tears.

Written by Bo Mackison

May 31, 2007 at 5:17 pm

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Word weaving – Seashells

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The following is taken from the Wonder Word exercise. Instead of trying to find all the words contained in the list the objective was to try and weave into a yarn all the words contained in the list.

Here is my offering:

The boy paddled his boat along the shore where the water was white as waves crashed over the reef, his necklace of wild pig tusks glinting in the early morning sunshine. Here was his favourite spot in the ocean. He weighed anchor and cast his nets over the side. He knew it would be a while before anything bit so he slipped into the water. Down in the depths there was a huge variety of sea life: large marine mussels and gray oysters clung to the rocks in whose cavities glossy lobsters hid and crabs scuttled across the sand; snails trailed the rigid curves of their shells over the sea floor which was littered with pink clams, scallops and patterned cone shells of all shapes and sizes; shoals of polished prawns dashed from rock to rock in frantic search of plankton and sea slugs fat as cucumbers merely lay in obese repose occasionally exuding bursts of liquid which had earned them the less-than-complimentary name of sea squirts. A deadly puffer fish drifted in front of him. With no danger present its spines were retracted but at the slightest hint of danger its size could swell to that of a football and its spines would be fully erect. Several small flat turtles passed above his head casting small shadows on the silvery sand below him.

When his lungs were fit to burst he kicked out strongly to propel himself to the surface where he gulped hard to re-fill his lungs. He could hear drums coming from the shore. Part of him wanted to stay out on the seas and part of him wanted to hide. He disliked killing animals for money and knew that the drums signified the appearance of a rare type of land tortoise which must have wandered away from its usual habitat. The difference about this animal was that this particular species had a peculiar type of growth rendering its shell much larger than that of other tortoises. The natives were only too eager to sell this shell which was eagerly sought after for ornamental purposes. Thoughtfully nibbling from a dish of peas and walnuts he had brought with him he hauled in his nets and reluctantly headed for the shore.



Written by traveller2006

May 21, 2007 at 3:00 pm

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