Monday, August 17, 2009

Guest Blogger - Lea Wait




Living in a vacation area (the coast of Maine) has both advantages and disadvantages. I’ve learned to keep clean sheets on the guest beds, hamburger in the freezer, and pots in which to make chowder, cook pasta, and boil lobsters, at the ready. My husband knows every farmers’ market within twenty miles. I try not to have book deadlines between June and September.
But this summer has offered special challenges. It has rained. Almost every day.
Any moment now (yes; it’s raining) we may break the 139 year record for “wettest recorded summer in Maine history.” I’ve had guests who stayed two weeks and never saw the sun.
Now, there are alternatives to outdoor Maine. One of my guest rooms is also my “mystery and suspense room” – two walls of floor-to-ceiling bookcases filled with mysteries. I have VHS and DVD movies. Maine boasts art galleries, craft shops, museums, outlet stores, and innumerable places to buy souvenirs and lobster rolls.
I encourage folks “from away” to partake of all of Maine’s largesse, not just its (now) sodden beaches, foggy cliffs and muddy trails.
Luckily, many of my guests are readers, and curling up with one of the many books in our home – or making a stop at a nearby independent book store for the latest of whatever the particular guest’s literary tastes call for – is not a bad way to spend a vacation, especially if you add a glass of wine (or juice, for younger guests) and the prospect of a lobster salad or some of my husband’s garlic-steamed mussels.
By and large, all have coped well.
But one day two weeks ago -- perhaps it was magic -- the sun appeared. A decision was made quickly. Whale watching! A telephone call. An hour later we were off to sea.
The afternoon was perfect. Just warm enough. Blue sky. And – whales? Two pods; some within yards of the boat. It was magical.
I turned from searching the horizon for yet another whale. A woman was sitting on the deck, leaning against the boat’s cabin, totally oblivious to those excitedly pointing out whales and seals and glorying in the perfect day.
She was reading.
I’m an author; I had to know what the book was. So I peeked. It was a fantasy, Graceling. I’ve read it. And, yes, there is magic there.
I didn’t speak to the woman. But what I wanted to say was, “Sometimes reality is magical, too. The story will be there when this hour is over. The whales, and the scent of the sea, will not. Put down the book, and don’t forget to live your own life.”
But I didn’t. Because there have been times when, I, too, have needed the comfort of a book more than I wanted views of wild waves and the horizon.
And I suspect that’s true of many readers. You, too?

3 comments:

  1. Okay so I now want to visit Maine and Lea You must be the tour guide when I come. LOL
    Pamela

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  2. Beautifully worded. I commend your restraint, though, I'm not sure I could have kept my mouth shut. LOL.

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  3. Keeping my mouth shut was hard, Mare ...! But, she WAS reading. Awfully hard for an author to stop someone from doing that. And,
    Pam, come on down east! it's a great place to visit -- even better to live here! (I recommend September and October as the best months!)Lea

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