I'm still checking...

 

          Here on my desk sits a bottle, into which I squeeze this rolled up message.  Should it float upon your shore, I hope it finds you well and of good cheer. 

          Yesterday we explored the Fresh Market in Downtown Rochester, and then took lunch in town before heading back up North.  There were ice sculptures in Rochester, but spread far enough apart that we didn’t brave the cold weather to visit them all.  We’re thinking that next week, in the Village they will be reasonably spaced, and in front of shops more inviting.

          I sat in the dentist chair last Friday getting my 6-month cleaning and check-up.  My plan was to be in and out of there before my eyeteeth had a chance to blink. 

        The Problem, as it turned out, is the dental hygienists can’t carry on a conversation without expressing herself by waving her arms about.   Anyone watching from the hall would have thought she was conducting an orchestra.

          As I write this I’m still thinking about the whole message in a bottle deal.  How much fun just to seal up your thoughts and heave them out into the ocean, thinking someday…  some one…  somewhere…

          This electronic bottle, although holding a little fun, lacks the mystery and excitement, for it is controlling the tides, and time.  Our aim gets our messages to very specific shores, and the moment we toss it out there, the only hope or anticipation is that it gets a response.  The thought of it getting swallowed by a giant fish, well…

          The messages themselves are different as well.  Were these real bottles, and a raging sea, I doubt I’d be rehashing a visit to the dentist.  Instead I’d be asking who you were?  Where do you live and how do you spend your day?  What is your food like where you are, and how controlling is your government?  (If you even have a government).

          Then, in a few months or so, I’d walk out to the beach every day, looking for a bottle to come floating up, full of news that you got my message, and telling me all about yourself.

 

         

         

 

 

To whoever finds this -

My name is Zobostic Corwin.  I live in a

Miserable, little snow-covered place,

Full of corked politicians, and bad drivers.

I tossed this message out on Sunday, January 28, 2007

I hope you find it.

What is your name?  Do you have any brothers

Or sisters to play with?  What are you going to have

For dinner?  I like Macaroni and Cheese,

And an occasional Martini.

OK, now you write something

And send it back.

I’ll keep checking until it gets here.

 

ZC