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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

Driving Home

July 28, 2012 By Talya Tate Boerner

I enjoyed the drive from the lake to my mother’s house, a drive I had not made in years. Since college, I leave the lake driving in the opposite direction to Texas.
Lake City
The trip is much, much faster now, the roads better and wider with turn lanes. Before, you could get stuck behind a rock hauler and spend half the drive going 30 mph, adding hours to the trip. Although portions of the drive were the same, some sections were unrecognizable. New highways dotted with Sonics and Exxons completely bypassed the Kreme Kastles of all the charming small towns. The cool bridge in Lake City has been totally rebuilt, with only a small section of the original structure remaining for historical purposes. My sister and I always held our breath driving over that bridge. Every bridge for that matter.

The memories flooded me. Things I haven’t seen or thought of in years.
I studied the trees, wondering which of the tallest ones watched us drive this route years ago. Years ago in Momma’s pale yellow Cadillac convertible loaded with kids and Samsonite suitcases and groceries and bright orange life jackets. One year the convertible top broke and we were forced to drive all the way home with the top down. Sunburned and windy it was miserable. And took forever.
Abruptly on the other side of Hardy, the hills disappear and miles and miles of farm land stretch from the road to the horizon on both sides. Rows and rows of cotton and soybeans. As a kid this was always a jolt to the heart, knowing the lake was far behind us.
This time the drive was different. I was happy to see farmland. The corn was tall and I was excited to see white and pink cotton blooms signaling cotton bolls tomorrow.
Another season. Another time. New memories.

talya
Musical Pairings:
Who Says You Can’t Go Home, Bon Jovi & Jennifer Nettles

Losing Myself…again.

July 20, 2012 By Talya Tate Boerner

Lake Norfork
Day Two….
Sandy Island, near Jordan

Kelsey and I set out on the jet ski to buy beer, headed for Tracey Marina. I thought I knew how to get to Tracey Marina from the Sandy Island… turns out not.
Everyone else stayed on the island and prepared for our annual gritty hot dog roast. 
The water was RoUgHeR than I expected. Hanging on for dear life with every muscle strained in a full core death grip around Kelsey, she flew full throttle over the waves as I screamed like a little baby girl, my head tucked down buried in her life vest. With Kelsey laughing… laughing until the jet ski started shrilly beeping. Beeping LO FUEL LEVEL. Over and over. With Tracey Marina no where to be seen. 
No gas, no sunscreen, no cell phone….
Concentrating on bracing and breathing while shrieking left little time to pay attention to the surrounding landmarks. Eventually from the back of the speeding bullet jet ski I looked up to see nothing familiar….Everything looked different. We may as well have been on Bull Shoals Lake…
** Beep*********** LO FUEL LEVEL ** 
We flagged down a slow pontoon with two men aboard.
Us: Where is the nearest marina? We are almost out of gas.
Two Men: Follow us, we are headed there. It’s around the corner.

Suddenly, everything came clearly into view and I spotted Robinson Point! While I was trying not to die, we had jetted all the way back to the main channel. 
We followed the Two Pontoon Men who were going a leisurely 5 mph farmer pace. They chatted with each other. We broiled. Our jet ski continued to beep and screech periodically. Hopefully they would notice when we completely ran out of gas and fell over into the water…
They led us to Blue Heaven Resort where we had been yesterday on our ‘three hour tour’… Trolling around to the opposite side; however, was Buzzard’s Roost Marina, just where it was supposed to be. Just where it was yesterday. Just where it has been my entire life.
Turns out the Two Pontoon Men worked at Buzzard’s Roost. But unfortunately the gas pumps temporarily didn’t work. So we waited, along with a talkative David Allen Coe-looking customer, also on a jet ski. Our new friend. 
We explained our situation to the Pontoon Driving Buzzard’s Roost Man while waiting for gas…
Me: We were trying to find Tracey Marina to buy beer.
Buzzard Man: You are a long way from there.
Me: Yeah. We came here yesterday but thought it was Blue Heaven Resort.
Buzzard Man: Blue Heaven is the private dock over there (pointing). This part is still Buzzard’s Roost.
David Allen Coe Man: You have to be lost to even find this place.
Me: I totally agree! (bonding with Mr. Coe)
Buzzard Man: Pumps are working, you want it filled up?
Me: How much will it cost to fill this up?
Buzzard Man: Probably about $50.
Me: I only have $40. Don’t go a penny over $40 or I’ll have to come back tomorrow to pay.
Buzzard Man: Yeah, like you could find us again.
Me: That’s just rude.
Buzzard Man: But true. (laughing…) What about your beer?
Me: Yeah I need one. But I need gas worse.
FINALLY, we made it back to the Sandy Island with no problems – perfect navigation on my part. ThankYouVeryMuch. No sight of Tracey Marina. Hot dogs had been eaten, smores eaten, everyone ready to pack up and leave the Sandy Island.
Everyone: Where have you been?
Me: Buzzard’s Roost.
Everyone: (Perplexed faces…)
Kelsey: We had another adventure.
Momma: You know I just remembered we could have bought beer right around that corner. Pointing….
talya
Musical Pairings:
Knee Deep, Zac Brown Band
“When you lose yourself, you find a piece of Paradise.” Knee Deep – Zac Brown Band
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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)

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