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Fiscal Cliff

December 31, 2012 By Talya Tate Boerner

Today is a big day. 
Yes, today is New Year’s Eve and my husband’s birthday. But today is also the day we fall over the Fiscal Cliff into new territory. 
My only cliff jumping experience involves summers spent at the lake. Jumping into the serene waters of Lake Norfork in Mountain Home, Arkansas is not the same as falling into economic uncertainty caused by the political muck and mire of Washington DC.  But it’s my only basis for comparison.

In a nutshell…
Standing on the edge of the cliff can be intimidating, especially when the lake water is low from drought. Further to fall…one mississippi, two mississippi, three mississippi YIKES! The hike to the top is invigorating, don’t look down, one step at a time, the sun warms my skin, the rocks glisten like quartz. I didn’t realize how far down the water would be… The lake is beautiful and expansive. But so far to fall…
It’s too late to change my mind. I can’t walk back down, no way. I should have thought it through better before I got to this point. No choice now but to jump. 
The angle of entry is critical. A straight stiff body with tightly held arms glides into the lake smoothly but the water is deep and cold and dark before re-surfacing. 
Jumping with loosey-goosey arms and legs is never a good idea. The water slaps and stings the skin, maybe even bruising. Boaters gathered in the cove all moan a collective “OUCH!”
Diving? Heaven forbid! This ensures a nose full of water which is never a good feeling. But my sinuses will be clean, unless I break my neck on an unseen rock deep on the bottom of the lake.
The choices…
a) the scheduled tax increases and spending cuts go into effect, resulting in decreased deficit and rapid recession with loss of jobs and broken necks; 
b) some or all of the scheduled tax increases and spending cuts are cancelled, resulting in continued soaring, bruising debt and a potential crisis like that of Europe; 
c) something in the middle—a compromise with higher taxes and reduced spending to lessen the impact on growth. (deep dark cold but more smooth)
Regardless, I’m afraid we will get a snoot full of water before we re-surface. 

talya

Musical Pairing:

A Change Would Do You Good, Sheryl Crow

burning down the house!

December 4, 2012 By Talya Tate Boerner

Two months ago, our house nearly burned.

In the spirit of fiction writing, I exaggerate a bit, but it was a close call. I was in Arkansas and therefore not responsible nor a suspect. John returned from work to a smoke-filled downstairs. Dallas fire fighters paid us a visit with sirens blaring—it was that bad.

A basket of napkins smoldered atop the microwave, too close to a hot halogen light. 
basket o’ cloth napkins

What if John had worked late or gone to happy hour?
bottom of cabinet. nice.

The underside of our cabinet is extra crispy. Inside the cabinet smells of a rump roast grilling on a Weber. For hours I washed glasses, doors and shelves. 

I heated lemon slices which I thought might eliminate the odor.
With the kitchen door ajar and ceiling fan whirring for hours, a swarm of mosquitoes moved into our home, hiding in corners and underneath furniture. Yes, DallasHasMosquitoesYearRound!

I burned my favorite candle to a nub, almost starting another fire.
The citrus and rosemary chicken baked for dinner masked the smell for one episode of Mad Men. 
An open sack of Dunkin Donut coffee absorbed a touch of the odor, but smoked my favorite coffee.

I ignored it. I packed my car, locked the back door and drove to Dairy Hollow for a writer’s retreat. I became a witch for Eureka Springs’ Halloween, the streets filled with zombies and ghosts. Real or imagined?

In Fayetteville, purple and orange pansies grow where weeds once lived. I painted the last louver door! Thanksgiving at my sister-in-law’s—I only baked a pecan pie and potato casserole, a major departure for me.

Fearlessly, I wrote in the Ozarks, making new friends, thinking fresh thoughts.

Never once did I think about my Dallas kitchen, 350 miles southwest, smelling of forest fire mixed with Pine Sol. Yet,

ItStillStinks.

I suppose I shall be forced to paint. Ideas, anyone? anyone?

talya

Burning Down the House, Talking Heads

autumn fade

November 30, 2012 By Talya Tate Boerner

autumn fade - soon it will be christmas…
Autumn disappears.
While I sit at my desk writing and thinking,
brilliant fades to brown.
Russet leaves, once aflame,
float to the sidewalks one by one
like words on the page.
Dry, piled underfoot, leaves crunch as I walk.
Bare branches reveal giant squirrel nests
and clumps of mistletoe—hidden there the whole time.
Frosty mornings and cold nights.
Another Arkansas full moon.
Soon it will be Christmas.
autumn fade - fayetteville, ar

 

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Hi! I'm Talya Tate Boerner. Writer, Reader, Arkansas Master Naturalist / Master Gardener, Author of

THE ACCIDENTAL SALVATION OF GRACIE LEE (2016)

GENE, EVERYWHERE: a life-changing visit from my father-in-law (2020)

BERNICE RUNS AWAY (2022)

THE THIRD ACT OF THEO GRUENE (coming 2025)

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