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Eva’s Byte #317 – Beginner’s Luck
Last week’s blog pertained to the first venture in my new hobby of foraging for sea glass. My road trip to Sabin Point on the east side of the Providence River is a shipping channel used by large vessels going to and from the Port of Providence, just 1,000 feet off Sabin Point.
Lucky for me!
Since glass tends to wash up on beaches along popular marine trading routes and ports, I was richly rewarded going with the flow of time and low tide.
Beginner’s luck!
That day I bagged approximately 12 pieces of blunt-edged, frosted specimens. At the bare minimum, each piece took approximately 20 – 40 years to shape up once it was shipped out—meaning tossed away in its state of bottle-hood or stately plate-li-ness. The most common colors to stumble across are Kelly green, brown, and white.
I tossed my Kelly green finds into the brine because they were not ripe enough for the picking due to their sharp edges and shiny surfaces. I’ve several white specimens, 2 brown, 1 seafoam green, and a rare find of substantial size in one of the more uncommon colors of forest green.
On Thursday, I’ll press my luck by returning to Sabin Point. This time, exploring the opposite end of the narrow shoreline. I plan to arrive around noon when the waves crest at 2 ft., and continue to diminish as low tide approaches at 2:42 p.m. EST.
In the capacity of a writer, I’m going with the flow of time and tide, rounding out the edges in Part 5, Chapter 76 of my Contemporary work in progress.
*When seizing the moment to embark on a new adventure, may time and tide flow with you.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
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Lucky for me!
Since glass tends to wash up on beaches along popular marine trading routes and ports, I was richly rewarded going with the flow of time and low tide.
Beginner’s luck!
That day I bagged approximately 12 pieces of blunt-edged, frosted specimens. At the bare minimum, each piece took approximately 20 – 40 years to shape up once it was shipped out—meaning tossed away in its state of bottle-hood or stately plate-li-ness. The most common colors to stumble across are Kelly green, brown, and white.
I tossed my Kelly green finds into the brine because they were not ripe enough for the picking due to their sharp edges and shiny surfaces. I’ve several white specimens, 2 brown, 1 seafoam green, and a rare find of substantial size in one of the more uncommon colors of forest green.
On Thursday, I’ll press my luck by returning to Sabin Point. This time, exploring the opposite end of the narrow shoreline. I plan to arrive around noon when the waves crest at 2 ft., and continue to diminish as low tide approaches at 2:42 p.m. EST.
In the capacity of a writer, I’m going with the flow of time and tide, rounding out the edges in Part 5, Chapter 76 of my Contemporary work in progress.
*When seizing the moment to embark on a new adventure, may time and tide flow with you.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
Eva’s Byte # 423 – Fob, Fob, Fobbin’ Along
Last Friday on June 2nd, all things were in accordance to my planetary alignment for foraging on the beach: Sabin Point’s tide at .8 feet @ 11:00 A.M., my time of arrival, and ebbing to .2 feet by 12:30 P.M., my time of departure; temperature hovering in the 70s at the shore; sunshine and a light breeze.
Bob, bob, bobbin’ along I went along the stretch of beach collecting nature’s bounty: a variety of seashells; obsidian—shiny, black, volcanic glass; assorted pieces of sea glass.
Having filled my satchel, I prepared to leave.
Fob, fob, fobbin’ along with the key fob, I could not for the life of me, unlock the door on my vehicle. Panic set in. All keyed up, I sat on one of the benches overlooking the ocean and called for roadside assistance. While engaged in conversation, I “fobbed” the unlock function on the key fob. Lo and behold, it worked, so I cancelled the call.
Of course, somewhat calmer returning to my vehicle, I discovered what I’d overlooked due to relying on a remote device—I could have unlocked the door on the driver’s side with the key itself.
Ruh-roh!
Conducting preliminary research, I’ve learned the battery in a key fob lasts 3 to 4 years at best. This has prompted me to replace the battery in order to avoid another rude awakening when I least expect it. The store clerk said the battery’s shelf life was more like 2 to 3 years, depending on usage.
In the capacity of a writer, I’m bob, bob, bobbin’ along drafting Chapter 35 (622 words thus far) of my Contemporary work in progress.
*When it comes down to safeguarding our well-being, may each of us build in periods of relaxation to recharge our batteries.
My sincere appreciation to you for reading this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
Bob, bob, bobbin’ along I went along the stretch of beach collecting nature’s bounty: a variety of seashells; obsidian—shiny, black, volcanic glass; assorted pieces of sea glass.
Having filled my satchel, I prepared to leave.
Fob, fob, fobbin’ along with the key fob, I could not for the life of me, unlock the door on my vehicle. Panic set in. All keyed up, I sat on one of the benches overlooking the ocean and called for roadside assistance. While engaged in conversation, I “fobbed” the unlock function on the key fob. Lo and behold, it worked, so I cancelled the call.
Of course, somewhat calmer returning to my vehicle, I discovered what I’d overlooked due to relying on a remote device—I could have unlocked the door on the driver’s side with the key itself.
Ruh-roh!
Conducting preliminary research, I’ve learned the battery in a key fob lasts 3 to 4 years at best. This has prompted me to replace the battery in order to avoid another rude awakening when I least expect it. The store clerk said the battery’s shelf life was more like 2 to 3 years, depending on usage.
In the capacity of a writer, I’m bob, bob, bobbin’ along drafting Chapter 35 (622 words thus far) of my Contemporary work in progress.
*When it comes down to safeguarding our well-being, may each of us build in periods of relaxation to recharge our batteries.
My sincere appreciation to you for reading this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
Eva’s Byte #539 – Broken Beauty
An avid forager for sea glass along the shoreline of Sabin Point, a neighborhood beach located adjacent to a shipping lane, Hurricane Erin’s coastal influence prevented me from wandering on my stomping ground. The high surge (10-18 ft. waves), gusty wind, and dangerous rip currents were a deterrent.
Among last week’s treasures, I’m partial to the base of a broken bottle, green in color. Erosion had rounded what must have been a sharp and jagged ridged heel, the curved part where the body of the bottle begins to form the base.
The heel enables this broken beauty to balance on the narrow lift of my office window.
The pushup or punt, the dome-shaped recess in the center of the base, is not too opaque or pitted. This allows sun to filter through like a suncatcher.
Catch as catch can, my ambition is to forage for more bottle bases with translucent pushups, and line them up along the window lift.
In the capacity of a writer, I’m pushing along the draft of chapter 21 (1425 words thus far) of my Contemporary work in progress.
*May each of us find beauty in the mundane.
My sincere appreciation to you for reading this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
Among last week’s treasures, I’m partial to the base of a broken bottle, green in color. Erosion had rounded what must have been a sharp and jagged ridged heel, the curved part where the body of the bottle begins to form the base.
The heel enables this broken beauty to balance on the narrow lift of my office window.
The pushup or punt, the dome-shaped recess in the center of the base, is not too opaque or pitted. This allows sun to filter through like a suncatcher.
Catch as catch can, my ambition is to forage for more bottle bases with translucent pushups, and line them up along the window lift.
In the capacity of a writer, I’m pushing along the draft of chapter 21 (1425 words thus far) of my Contemporary work in progress.
*May each of us find beauty in the mundane.
My sincere appreciation to you for reading this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
