Library or collection

I was moving photoalbums out of shelves to a different spot to make room for my growing number of cook books. And my wife remarked "it must be nice to have space for your collection of cookbooks." It doesn't seem like a collection to me. In fact the connotation doesn't fit at all, in my mind. Sure it may fit the definition of a collection but they seem more of a library to me. A collection doesn't usually imply the utility and use that a library does.

I pulled a recipe out last night to make a late birthday cake, first opportunity. And I didn't follow it exactly. But having done this all long enough I now have a feeling and an understanding of what can be replaced, by how much to make it work, or improve it.

Sort of like painting from a still life. Some people do great work and can replicate the objects perfectly. Some people still can't make it any good even trying to follow the recipe exactly. Other's add a personal touch, a signature brush stroke or interpretation. Almost Impressionism. But as with any art or skill, one must master the fundamentals before being allowed to work with the medium. My english teachers always said we were forbidden to write like e e cummings because we haven't yet learned and mastered all the rules of writing the english language. There's a good bit of truth to the application of that principle even outside writing. That is what was floating through my head riding into the bitching headwind this morning.

This bay here is like a freaking wind tunnel. It can be calm in amongst the houses on the streets and in the city but along the path we've to a well focused amount of wind and it seems always to be a damn headwind (except for yesterday morning).

Here ya go. Dog playing dead.


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