The Time Has Come.....

"The time has come", the Walrus said, "to talk of many things; Of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings; And why the sea is boiling hot - And whether pigs have wings." The Walrus and The Carpenter (A nod to Lewis Carroll whose oddities have always tickled my fancy.

Andy and I are going away for a week to talk of many things and to seriously relax. We may get to shoes, although I doubt it as this little cottage hideaway doesn't require shoes. We may talk about ships and sealing wax but I have a feeling those will fall behind our list of other topics, perhaps quite seriously, why the sea may become boiling hot. Pigs? Probably not on the list.

The oysters in Carroll's whimsical albeit distressing poem realize all too late what is in store for them at the hands of the Walrus and the Carpenter. They try ever so hard to stall the inevitable but in the end the Carpenter and the Walrus simply sort out the largest sized oysters and proceed to dine.

The poem came to mind when I was thinking about going away - I needed a tag line. But then more of it spoke to me - especially the lot of the oysters. There is one elder oyster who, when asked by the Walrus to join the others for a walk on the beach, shakes his head and winks his eye. As Carroll writes - "And shook his heavy head - Meaning to say he did not choose to leave the oyster-bed." He knew something, this old oyster, about imposters, about sweet-talking, smooth-sounding folks who never quite say what they intend to do or what it will cost the rest of us.

Walker as The Walrus? Fitzgerald as The Carpenter? Well, not such outlandish titles. After all, like so many narcissists, Walker said some things then did others. The Wisconsin oysters, though many of us are not unlike the elder oyster winking our eyes and shaking our heads, are lined up waiting for the sorting to commence. I think, though, this may turn out quite differently. I think the oysters are organizing. I think we are not going to be trotted out so far that we can't save ourselves. And we'll be damned if we're going to be dinner!

I'll blog from the secluded cabin in my sloppy clothes tea in hand.
Power Always To All The Oysters!