Winter Doldrums? Say it Ain’t So!
Unless you are a real meteorological aficionado tuning into the wildly wicked weather across the nation, there’s not much currently “to write home about.” Dreary is as dreary gets could possibly sum up the week’s outlook for the Bass Islands.
The island community, apart from those who find shelter in the moderate southern latitudes, hunkers down–especially since, as of today, Miller Ferry isn’t running. Never fear, Island Air Taxi provides friendly and helpful flight service to/from the mainland!
However, there is still hope for “good ice,” regional publicity machines already promote this year’s boat show and total solar eclipse, island entrepreneurs prepare exciting summer business offerings and employment opportunities. College basketball competition moves into high gear, and the national political scene is on the cusp of a presidential election. No need to let falling barometric pressure impinge on our vibrant personal lives!
Here at Put-in-Bay, the School, Library, Post Office, Pit Stop, Grocery, The Forge, Hardware & Market, and Topsy’s are open and provide ample opportunity for in-person social interaction. The trusty volunteer fire fighters, EMS, police, sheriffs, and clergy are always on call. Put-in-Bay Arts Council will produce Peter Pan–a community play with adults and children–after the high school basketball season concludes. Stay tuned for updates!
In the opening chapter of Moby Dick, Ishmael says, “. . . whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.”
Our sea is at our fingertips. Pathways through seemingly bleak days exist and await our call to action. Hobbies, games, music, good reading material, podcasts, Bible study, favorite TV or streaming programs, letter-writing, and telephone conversations can provide meaningful on-ramps to a positive and healthy outlook when the dark tree branches and foggy hours burn their way into the silhouette of our souls.
Set sail, my friends!
