The August heat sizzles on my head slowing my thoughts. I want to follow my dogs' lead, go for a morning stroll and snoozeaway the day.
I'm following my own lead.
A Hemingway junkie, this week I read The Old Man and the Sea, and I'm still digesting the story. Via this book, Hemingway won a Nobel prize for his influence on narrative voice. At the end of his life, the old man goes fishing. He says he has no luck, but he has precision. He catches the biggest fish ever, too big for his boat, and the sharks tear all the meat from it before he can get it home. So, he didn't get the money for the meat. What did he get out of an ordeal that nearly killed him? A great fish story.
Precision is what I need from my radiation treatments. And a little luck. A great story would be nice, too.
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