>lifting- the art and price of said lifting

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When a someone heard we were going on a road trip to somewhere, we were asked if we could haul a box of magazines to a someone else. This someone else is a relative which means I have designated lifting rights. (DLR) Say for instance I happen to notice a 1908 pamphlet on top of the magazines. And say I was in need of good advice for a week or two — I could enact my DLR, keep the 1908 pamphlet for a bit and all the relatives would, should they hear of this lifting, these relatives would nod their head in that of-course-of-course affirmation. 
A stout man with a heavy hammer can in a short space of time shatter some boulders.

The use of ardent spirits as a beverage in the hayfield has gone out of fashion
to the benefit of all concerned.
The pamphlet is one hundred and two years old. Some of the words are not so easy to read. Some sentences are blurred. When we lift something, we learn about as-is stipulations and consequences. I remembered this only after reading page 55 a few times:
To fill the cracks in walls, etc., use vinegar instead of water . . .
When the pretty bunches of sweet-scented grass begin to lose their fragrance, plunge them into boiling water. . .
Do not make the mistake of crowding the house . . .have a pair of men . . .soap well . . .
Those who take me improve . . .
Never keep a person that has fainted . . .
Some days I could live with Tuesday’s medium tides. Other days I admit to wanting some of the big ones — the tides that race beneath my skin.
Some days I don’t want sound advice. I know it is wise to pick off the loose stones from the mowing fields before the grass gets started, but there is a part of me which enjoys remembering that a stout man might come along and shatter any bothersome stones.
I could be the sort with rocks in her back yard.
I was starting to forget the point to this post. My apologies.
The point: when we enact our DLR, we get what we get. Next road trip I will return No. 116 to a someone who has yet to realize I lifted from last week’s delivery. Which is more than okay in our family. What I hope though is he has issue No. 117.
Issue No. 116 has this riddle on page 52:
Those who take me improve, be their task what it may,
Those who have me are sorrowful through the long day,
I am hated alike by the foolish and wise,
Yet without me none ever to eminence rise.
I found the answers to the puzzles and riddles on page 51. But if you are already familiar with The Farmers Almanac, then you already know what I didn’t: the 1908 edition has the answers to the 1907 edition.  
WGWWG.
We get what we get when we activate our DLR. This is one of those times when I admit to belatedly remembering this. Unless a someone has an answer to this riddle or Issue No. 117, I’m undermined and buried,  out of reach of the plough.
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About redmitten

author of Cracking Geodes Open, Making Good Use of August, and The Peppermint Bottle. poetry editor for IthacaLit and YB Poetry Journal. website: https://toomuchaugust.wordpress.com

5 responses to “>lifting- the art and price of said lifting

  1. >Dang it. That riddle will likely stick in my head for weeks now. lol. The pictures you posted from remind me very much of The Horea (book of days) it seems the farmers almanac is a descendant of those old 12th, 13th and 14th century manuscripts which included Matins, Prime, (all the hours of prayer and accompanying scriptures to be read each hour.) There was also a standard calendar in each Horea book which included different things depending on who owned the book and which area the book was made in, but planting guides, weather predictions, Saint's days, feast days, local traditions were all kept in these books.(Well, I found them fascinating…) This post kind causes a meandering mind doesn't it?

  2. >The sentence of the week:"The use of ardent spirits as a beverage in the hayfield has gone out of fashion to the benefit of all concerned.""clendbop"

  3. >hi mel-oh yeah, i hate a riddle without the rapid answer. i cannot imagine waiting a year to learn the answer, or to spend a year working on it. i'm thinking i'll google it and be done with it, ya know? i love that this post meandered you to the horea, which is new to me. what great stuff to learn! imagine back in those centuries, how little print there was- and so, what choices would a printer make about what all could be packed onto the page? now we live in an era of information overload. (speaking of meandering, i feel a fork in the road coming up …!)hi mike,ah! the minute i read that sentence i felt the same way. ardent spirits in the hayfield. now there is a poem waiting for one of us to write. how bout you go first?tailmy

  4. >well rox…?! that is a better answer than i have come up with. i cheated, ya know, and tried googling it but all i got was a link back to this post! i think our mission this year, should we decide to accept it, is to find issue 117. are you up for that?

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