Musings of Per Grinsom
()
About this ebook
Written in wonderfully lyrical prose, Musings of Per Grinsom draws us in right from the first page. Stirring, heart-warming, enriching, each story is taken from life as author Hanne Armstrong views and encounters it, resulting in a perfect blend of imagination and personal experience. Anyone who enjoys pondering the small and large aspects of living, will appreciate the intelligently-written "musings".
Musings of Per Grinsom is graceful, thoughtful, and genuine collection of compositions. Each "Musing" is just long enough and just short enough to communicate without belabouring, to engage without en-chaining. Whether you're looking for something to read by the fireplace on cold winter nights, or in the wilderness on summer vacation, Musings of Per Grinsom is the book for you.
Hanne Armstrong
Hanne Armstrong has lived in five of CanadaÕs ten provinces, and has travelled extensively in the other five. She has been a music teacher, foster parent, bakerÕs assistant, and small business owner. Armstrong currently lives in eastern Canada, with her dog and her cat.
Related to Musings of Per Grinsom
Related ebooks
Cats of Nine Tales Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMetaphorosis November 2017 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe World According to Dog: Poems and Teen Voices Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAmuck: Tales From a Hobby Farm: The Amuck Books, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsVictorian Gothic: Volume 1: The Uncanny Death of Katherine Kramer Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWays of Wood Folk Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsEveryday Adventures Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsShadow Road: Book 1 of the Shadows Rising Trilogy Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWisdom: A Celebration of the Intelligence and Beauty of Cats Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTense & Still Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Story of Dago Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBeyond Amuck: More Hobby Farm Adventures Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsVet Bites Dog Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsGhost Stories Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsStories of Animal Sagacity Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDimension6: annual collection 2015 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLighthousekeeping Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Inchworms: Poems, Sketches, and Stories Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsNibbles Goes Camping Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCritters, Faeries, Farms and Other Tales Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsVoyage to Alpha Centauri: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Journey Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Story of Dago Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Little Red Thief: The True Story of Foxyloxy - An Orphaned Fox Cub Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAlice Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHoot to Kill Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Man with a Rake Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsRooster Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Almost Last Roundup Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Before Dark, and After Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
General Fiction For You
Anonymous Sex Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5It Ends with Us: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Rebecca Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Mythos Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The King James Version of the Bible Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Alchemist: A Graphic Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Outsider: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Fellowship Of The Ring: Being the First Part of The Lord of the Rings Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Life of Pi: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Ocean at the End of the Lane: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Unhoneymooners Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Priory of the Orange Tree Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5My Sister's Keeper: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Babel: Or the Necessity of Violence: An Arcane History of the Oxford Translators' Revolution Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Covenant of Water (Oprah's Book Club) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Nettle & Bone Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Beyond Good and Evil Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5We Have Always Lived in the Castle Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Cloud Cuckoo Land: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Silmarillion Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dante's Divine Comedy: Inferno Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The City of Dreaming Books Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Canterbury Tales Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Other Black Girl: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5You: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Cabin at the End of the World: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Beartown: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Dry: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Shantaram: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Reviews for Musings of Per Grinsom
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
Musings of Per Grinsom - Hanne Armstrong
Per
Per. Pronounced ‘Pear’, with an airy feel to it. And Grinsom, the ‘i’ at your discretion short, as in ‘in’, or, following a rolling Scandinavian ‘r’, long, as in ‘eel’. For the meaning—to grin, to laugh, to mock—is contained in either. And there, pronunciation looked after, you have him: Per Grinsom.
Per first came to my attention when I invented him. I invented him as a tongue-in-cheek jibe, a half-meant barb lobbed at the smugness and pretentiousness I believed I saw in parts of the community round and about me.
It came about in this way. I owned, for a brief span of time, a small gift shop. The once elegant premises which I had rented for this purpose had suffered neglect and abuse at the hands of previous tenants, and it was only after much hard work that its condition had been improved to my satisfaction. Except for one stubborn smirch on the entranceway wall. Cleaning, painting, nothing would remove the stain, so I resolved to cover it up.
With a grin in my mind I penned a line which spoke subtly of hypocrisy, and with a broader grin wrote that it was a quote taken from the ‘Musings of Per Grinsom’. Per Laugh-some. Per Laughable. And I posted this elegant affectation to cover the mark on the wall.
That the segment of the community toward which this jibe was directed did not patronize my shop was of no matter; it was my small private joke. And other people came in to browse and shop. Many, I noticed with some surprise, stopped to read, even linger over, Per’s words. As time went on several customers asked where they might purchase a copy of ‘Musings of Per Grinsom’. I prevaricated. Some even claimed that they had read ‘Musings’ and had enjoyed the book tremendously. I was silent.
Comments and questions persisted, until it was gradually borne in upon me that Per himself had begun to exist. And that his ‘Musings’ also existed, needing merely to be written down. These notions took root, began to grow, firmly becoming part of my consciousness. Slowly, little by little. And slowly, little by little, I—no, we—wrote the ‘Musings’ down. I say we, because I know I did not write them on my own, but very much in collaboration with this being named Per Grinsom.
This invented being who had become so much more than he had started out to be. And who firmly remains so. He is a wanderer, vagabond, rover, will-o’-the-wisp; coming and going without warning. He has a beard, I think, and longish brown hair. He is gentle, warm-hearted, pensive, wistful, and there is often a glint of humour in his eye. When he is here, I am enriched. When he is absent, I hold to whatever I can of the memory of him.
So, though he has no corporeal reality, these ‘Musings’ are his. May they warm you, entertain you, give you pause for thought.
The Cat
The house where I once lived was possessed of a roofed porch which ran the whole length of the back of the house. ‘Verandah’ would perhaps describe it better. It was just under three metres in width and some ten metres long, floored by brown-painted tongue-in-groove planking, railed by black-painted wrought iron. Steps led down from it to the back yard, which soon gave way to a large closely-wooded area. Immediately across from these steps was my kitchen door, in which was framed the only window along that entire wall.
This verandah was one of my favourite places to sit,
on an old bench of the same rusty brown colour as the floor. Sheltered from rain or snow, largely removed from insects, and private from my neighbours whose houses did not extend as close to the woods as mine did, my porch was my refuge, my solace, my observation post.
From it I was able to watch raccoons, rabbits, foxes, all manner of birds in their season; and I fed them, of course. Hummingbirds in the summer, and all the others during the winter. Raccoons would make acrobatic nocturnal raids on the bird-feeder which was suspended from the overhang of the porch, and would assure themselves of their share of whatever crusts and so on that I put out at the edge of the woods for the others. Not that I set out to entice these visitors. Except for the birds, that is, I waited until I saw them, usually in the cold weeks of winter when food was scarce and hunger great. Then they would venture close to houses in their need to fuel themselves against the weather. It was at these times that I put food out. And so it would be that within seven to ten metres