Can't we slow things down a bit. I'm not ready. 2010 is galloping at break neck speed and will simply leave me in the dust if I can't gear up for it. Then it will be 2011 and ...........
Here is where I start to babble, chew the fat, yammer, yak, chatter and yaw.
This is what I want for 2010. 2010 to be my kind of year. I will be happier than I've ever been, laughing harder, standing taller, walking lighter, smiling bigger, hugging more, loving louder, living grander, and enjoying my new found confidence and contentment.
In the past when I put something out there, I mean actually say it out loud, to someone else, then it's a done deal. The saying of it makes it real, rather than just an idle thought. I sure hope blogging counts as saying it, because actually, I am telling more people, practically yelling it from the roof tops. It would be too embarrassing not to follow through!
That isn't exactly a resolution, however, it's more like a statement of intent. A resolution is a vow to do something. Resolutions are more specific.
So lets see, with only one day left in 2009, here are my resolutions. I will, in 2010:
1. Write everyday, not necessarily in my blog, I am working on a book, and other stuff (she says humbly and timidly). I started this blog in January, it has been one whole year. Hard to imagine. But it is December now. It truely feels like the end of the first volume. And I guess I will have to start a NEW blog, Volume two....63 years and living in paradise (or something!)
2. Stop, I repeat, STOP, STop, StoP thinking about divorce and my ex, the sentimental stuff I left behind but shoulda took, the coulda's, shoulda's, what shoulda been's, etc, and then forgive myself for the mistakes I have made along the way to here (It has been easier, you see, to forgive him and let go then to forgive myself for not being braver, stronger, smarter, etc. sooner. It still hurts a bit. Lost love. Lost dreams. Etc. Darn.)
3. Did I say forgive myself? I did, didn't I. You see, although I know that I have always done the best I could, made the best decisions I could, but (and I am now making excuses) in the emotion of the final days of our marriage, I did not make the best decisions, for me, and I am working on forgiving myself and letting that all go. This is a biggy for me. To forgive myself and just let go of the past.
4. Take another BIG trip, on the road or otherwise. Small trips don't count toward this resolution.
5. Move out of here. (That will help me to keep resolution #2)
Perhaps 5 resolutions is enough. For now. Those are pretty big ones. The journey begins...
Now in review of 2009. It was an incredible year for me chock full of love from friends and family. A three month road trip! A new grand baby. A week in Boston with the girlfriends. Wabi Sabi, the Studio and Gallery (well, actually, that didn't go as well as I had hoped, but, hey, still....), a book contract however humble, maintaining a size 4 (who would have thought?), and my first full year as a single person. I have to say, looking back, it was an adventure, but not without a certain amount of retrospection and tears, (the junk in my trunk) that I had to continually overcome so that I could truly appreciate and enjoy the other stuff.
You know, as much as I mean to show you the real me, as much as I want to be totally honest, I am only showing 80% . Here's why, here's another 10% of me......scary, gulp, deep breath........
Resolution #2 eludes: I still have some harrowing moments of despair, now and then a good cry, a really bad day. When the wave of despair comes, as much as I want to surf, I get swamped. I get tossed, battered, and choke. I do not let anyone know for fear of boring them with my groaning and whining and negativity and fear of seeming less capable, deranged or pathetic. Yes I suppose, as much as I don't want to care what people think of me, to a certain extent, I do. Ugh. Anyway. The feeling passes. But oh how awful it feels the night before.
There,it is, still a part of me. Thus my intention for the new year, to be happier and walk lighter. To surf the wave. (I attribute these feelings to the grieving process of lost dreams and hope that are an inevitable part of divorce and I count on time doing it's thing, and a little help from my friends! I just don't know what is a reasonable length of time before I should be really concerned about my sanity.)
Enough of that. And back to the new year. I hope you are already quite happy and content, but if you are not then I wish that for you, and I hope for you also all that you want for yourself. I hope we can count of each other. Help each other along the way. Laugh together. Hold hands and be safe.
I love you. I mean it.
Jan
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
A Christmas Eve Memory
I have a memory. A ghost of Christmas past.
This may not even be a real happening or maybe it is a distortion of a real happening. But it is recorded in my memory banks as if it did happen just this way.
It was Christmas eve. I was very small but big enough to know that Christmas was supposed to be about giving, not about receiving.
On Christmas eve, my family and my mother's sister and brothers' families would all get together and we laughed and played and ate and exchanged gifts in what I determined was a haphazard organized fashion. I adored these extended family gatherings. On Christmas eve, the best event was when the kids handed out gifts tagged to every member of the family from every other family. It was a lot of presents. There was a lot of oh-ing and ahh-ing and crumpled wrapping paper.
But....this particular Christmas eve I noticed that my grandfather wasn't getting any gifts. Not a one. I couldn't believe it. How could all the adults in the family have forgotten "Popper?" I loved Popper. He looked confused and peculiar as he was the one person who received nothing from anyone. My heart ached. I wanted to run and find something to wrap and give to him. In fact, I may have done that, wrapped something inappropriate found somewhere in the house and given it to him and although he said thank you, I knew he knew it was an afterthought gift wrapped quickly to make up for being forgotten. I wanted to sit in his lap and hug him, but actually, Popper wasn't the sort of grandpa you did that to. We loved him, but without the cuddling.
For a few moments I doubted my families' togetherness, thoughtfulness, connection. I wondered how Popper was taking it. My little heart was breaking. It isn't that our gifts were expensive or big, but still they were thoughtful and something someone took the time to get and wrap and give. They were meaningful. They were the special part of Christmas for a little kid.
THEN.
Two uncles walked into a back room and pushed out a new big blue elegant lounge chair and placed it in front of Popper and everyone shouted Merry Christmas. My eyes got big, my heart thumped audibly. Popper had gotten a "special" gift, a BIG gift, that everyone had chipped in to buy for him.
What a family I had! What a wonderful loving thoughtful caring excellent family. Faith restored.
I don't know why this particular incident has stayed with me while the particulars of most of my young Christmas memories have been filed too deep to be readily retrieved. But there it is, front and center in my memory bank. I have no idea why???
Merry Christmas to my wonderful extended family, and Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
This may not even be a real happening or maybe it is a distortion of a real happening. But it is recorded in my memory banks as if it did happen just this way.
It was Christmas eve. I was very small but big enough to know that Christmas was supposed to be about giving, not about receiving.
On Christmas eve, my family and my mother's sister and brothers' families would all get together and we laughed and played and ate and exchanged gifts in what I determined was a haphazard organized fashion. I adored these extended family gatherings. On Christmas eve, the best event was when the kids handed out gifts tagged to every member of the family from every other family. It was a lot of presents. There was a lot of oh-ing and ahh-ing and crumpled wrapping paper.
But....this particular Christmas eve I noticed that my grandfather wasn't getting any gifts. Not a one. I couldn't believe it. How could all the adults in the family have forgotten "Popper?" I loved Popper. He looked confused and peculiar as he was the one person who received nothing from anyone. My heart ached. I wanted to run and find something to wrap and give to him. In fact, I may have done that, wrapped something inappropriate found somewhere in the house and given it to him and although he said thank you, I knew he knew it was an afterthought gift wrapped quickly to make up for being forgotten. I wanted to sit in his lap and hug him, but actually, Popper wasn't the sort of grandpa you did that to. We loved him, but without the cuddling.
For a few moments I doubted my families' togetherness, thoughtfulness, connection. I wondered how Popper was taking it. My little heart was breaking. It isn't that our gifts were expensive or big, but still they were thoughtful and something someone took the time to get and wrap and give. They were meaningful. They were the special part of Christmas for a little kid.
THEN.
Two uncles walked into a back room and pushed out a new big blue elegant lounge chair and placed it in front of Popper and everyone shouted Merry Christmas. My eyes got big, my heart thumped audibly. Popper had gotten a "special" gift, a BIG gift, that everyone had chipped in to buy for him.
What a family I had! What a wonderful loving thoughtful caring excellent family. Faith restored.
I don't know why this particular incident has stayed with me while the particulars of most of my young Christmas memories have been filed too deep to be readily retrieved. But there it is, front and center in my memory bank. I have no idea why???
Merry Christmas to my wonderful extended family, and Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
Sunday, December 13, 2009
2009 Almost a Memory
It is close to the end of the year. Our lives are noted symbolically by the years according to the calendar. Each year for all of us ends at the same time and we begin a new one on January 1, all of us, together. Even though the events of our separate lives might have divided our years differently. And to look at it another way, for example, my 62nd year, started in March.
But going by the calendar, 2008 was my worst year ever. Just awful. 2009, on the other hand, was a combination of reflection and looking ahead, change and new experiences, and.......how do I explain?, reinventing myself, or at least, much of my life.
When I look back, I feel pretty good about the year. My three month road trip was an amazing thing for me to do by myself. I didn't know I could or would. I have improved my thinking, I think! I am mostly satisfied and happy, with only an occasional backslide and a diminutive cry. There is so much to do that I want to do. I am never bored. Tired sometimes, but not bored.
My life, though, is not always as I want it to be. And it isn't exactly the life I had envisioned. Maybe it's better than that. I feel more confident then I used to. More secure. More excited by the possibilities. Occasionally unsure. Sometimes melancholy. Now and then a little sad. But mostly it's really good.
So, in keeping with tradition, I have hereby reflected somewhat on the past year. Now I will think about making a few resolutions and plans for 2009, that I fully intend to keep......of course. However I haven't thought them through yet. I have a few days before the new year, a few days before I need to commit. I want to be a better person, but is it hard to look at ourselves objectively. We know too much, have too many excuses, see "things" through our own narrow perspectives and it is hard to know what we might need to change to be better and still be ourselves.
I used to call a cousin when I was confounded in my marriage and didn't know if I was being reasonable or not. Was it me or was it him or was it just a difference of opinion? Was I making mountains out of molehills? I needed help to see beyond my own perspective. Sometimes I needed direction. Sometimes I just needed a shoulder to cry on. Whether or not I ultimately made good decisions isn't the point. I needed to get beyond myself, and make the best decisions I could. The point here is, I feel better equiped and less emotionally drained then I used to, so that I think I can make somewhat objective decisions regarding what to do from here, the big picture, better habits, less procrastination, adventure, money, romance, happiness. All that.
So I will think about making some New Year's resolutions. If you have suggestions......
But going by the calendar, 2008 was my worst year ever. Just awful. 2009, on the other hand, was a combination of reflection and looking ahead, change and new experiences, and.......how do I explain?, reinventing myself, or at least, much of my life.
When I look back, I feel pretty good about the year. My three month road trip was an amazing thing for me to do by myself. I didn't know I could or would. I have improved my thinking, I think! I am mostly satisfied and happy, with only an occasional backslide and a diminutive cry. There is so much to do that I want to do. I am never bored. Tired sometimes, but not bored.
My life, though, is not always as I want it to be. And it isn't exactly the life I had envisioned. Maybe it's better than that. I feel more confident then I used to. More secure. More excited by the possibilities. Occasionally unsure. Sometimes melancholy. Now and then a little sad. But mostly it's really good.
So, in keeping with tradition, I have hereby reflected somewhat on the past year. Now I will think about making a few resolutions and plans for 2009, that I fully intend to keep......of course. However I haven't thought them through yet. I have a few days before the new year, a few days before I need to commit. I want to be a better person, but is it hard to look at ourselves objectively. We know too much, have too many excuses, see "things" through our own narrow perspectives and it is hard to know what we might need to change to be better and still be ourselves.
I used to call a cousin when I was confounded in my marriage and didn't know if I was being reasonable or not. Was it me or was it him or was it just a difference of opinion? Was I making mountains out of molehills? I needed help to see beyond my own perspective. Sometimes I needed direction. Sometimes I just needed a shoulder to cry on. Whether or not I ultimately made good decisions isn't the point. I needed to get beyond myself, and make the best decisions I could. The point here is, I feel better equiped and less emotionally drained then I used to, so that I think I can make somewhat objective decisions regarding what to do from here, the big picture, better habits, less procrastination, adventure, money, romance, happiness. All that.
So I will think about making some New Year's resolutions. If you have suggestions......
Sunday, November 29, 2009
We are having an adventure here in Seattle. We, meaning, my daughter and her husband , their daughter, and their almost one week old son. There is something about a new baby that is totally awesome. Just think of the adventure he is beginning!
A new member in the family, forever, for always. They named my grandson Jake. His sister is Grace and it was pretty exciting when she joined us, four year ago, one day before Jake, a few days before Thanksgiving. Talk about having something to be thankful for....
As I write this at 6:15 AM, Jake is asleep in his car seat, which is not in the car, but situated on the living room floor beside me. He is asleep as is everyone else at the moment, except me of course. I love this time of the day when I have it all to myself, and I feel good, rested, and like I am getting a head start on everyone else. I know that by 9:00 tonight, I will be tired, and ready to turn over the day to the people of the night, but the morning is all mine!
I wonder about this new life. Where will he go, what will he do, what will he think, and what kind of person will he be? What will become important to him and why will it become so? Who will he love. Where will he travel. Endless possibilities. I have been doing and traveling and loving for 62 years and in my head 62 years seems like such a long time, but in reality, not long at all. I should have gone more places, did more stuff, had bigger dreams, and well, generally, lived with more flair, with more courage, with more laughter and abandon. I am trying to do that now, it ain't over by a long shot. I have time. (Don't get me wrong, however, it has been a pretty good life with a lot of great stuff in it! I am not complaining, it is just that......there is so much more!!!)
When I am ninety two, I hope to say, WOW, what a ride! And if I am lucky, I will be saying this while sipping expensive wine with someone I love at some elegant bistro in some exotic foreign city. Well, maybe when I am eighty two. (I can dream, can't I?)
I have been in Seattle for a little over a week now, and the days have been dreary, drizzly, and chilly, except for one. I do prefer Florida sunshine. I can imagine that after a few months this dreariness could bring a person down. But for now, it is cozy. And we have a new baby!
A new member in the family, forever, for always. They named my grandson Jake. His sister is Grace and it was pretty exciting when she joined us, four year ago, one day before Jake, a few days before Thanksgiving. Talk about having something to be thankful for....
As I write this at 6:15 AM, Jake is asleep in his car seat, which is not in the car, but situated on the living room floor beside me. He is asleep as is everyone else at the moment, except me of course. I love this time of the day when I have it all to myself, and I feel good, rested, and like I am getting a head start on everyone else. I know that by 9:00 tonight, I will be tired, and ready to turn over the day to the people of the night, but the morning is all mine!
I wonder about this new life. Where will he go, what will he do, what will he think, and what kind of person will he be? What will become important to him and why will it become so? Who will he love. Where will he travel. Endless possibilities. I have been doing and traveling and loving for 62 years and in my head 62 years seems like such a long time, but in reality, not long at all. I should have gone more places, did more stuff, had bigger dreams, and well, generally, lived with more flair, with more courage, with more laughter and abandon. I am trying to do that now, it ain't over by a long shot. I have time. (Don't get me wrong, however, it has been a pretty good life with a lot of great stuff in it! I am not complaining, it is just that......there is so much more!!!)
When I am ninety two, I hope to say, WOW, what a ride! And if I am lucky, I will be saying this while sipping expensive wine with someone I love at some elegant bistro in some exotic foreign city. Well, maybe when I am eighty two. (I can dream, can't I?)
I have been in Seattle for a little over a week now, and the days have been dreary, drizzly, and chilly, except for one. I do prefer Florida sunshine. I can imagine that after a few months this dreariness could bring a person down. But for now, it is cozy. And we have a new baby!
Monday, November 16, 2009
It's a Monday evening, 6:26 PM. It's at least three hours until a respectable time to go to bed and sleep and I just don't know what to do with that three hours. I don't like this early darkness that leaves me both tired and restless. Since I don't have television, the option of sitting down and staring at the TV set doesn't exist. I would be pathetically staring at a blank set (Why is it called a set?).
Anyway. Here I am. Blogging because I am too tired to do anything else and it is too early to go to bed. How sad!
It has been almost four months since my three month road trip. I remind myself that it wasn't so long ago that I was on the road. I do this because sometimes I feel like life is not too thrilling and I certainly don't want to waste the time I have been given. For me, traveling is thrilling. It is accomplishment. It makes life worthwhile.
Not that I haven't things to do. I have books. I have paint. I have YouTube. I can exercise (ugg), I can write Christmas cards (groan, not in the mood!), I can meditate (who am I kidding, I've tried, my mind won't stay still for ten seconds!), I can go out and get some ice cream (too lazy), or I can ................................I don't know........................OK, I am stuck for things to do. That's the problem here.
I have found that when I am alone and bored, the boredom is so much more difficult than being bored with someone else around. I don't know why, but it is.
You know that Sinatra song "Regrets, I've had a few, but then again too few to mention." Well I've a few and I am going to actually mention them, just for the heck of it. I regret getting a teaching degree in college instead of studying art, writing or medicine. I regret marrying at 22. I regret not traveling more. I regret not naming my daughter Jillian instead of Jill, although she would probably prefer Jill anyway. I regret following the safe worn path instead of making my own. I regret not going to a therapist before I asked for a divorce and not insisting he go too. I regret not planning my divorce better. And I regret trying to look sexy and sophisticated at my junior prom and instead looked cheesy and nothing like myself. And I regret not having my teeth all straightened and whitened and capped when I was younger.
I have other regrets I am sure, but I can't think of them just right now. I have never understood people who say that they wouldn't change anything about their lives. Come on now! Is any life that perfect? Is it possible to have always made the right decisions? Wasn't for me. Having some regrets seems reasonable. (As long as one does not dwell on them.)
So this is what I do on a dull evening, review my regrets. Sad, huh.
But OK, I am done with that now. I was just mussing anyway. There are things I am terribly happy I did as well. Like, having gone to college at all even if I played it safe with a teaching degree. And it was good to have babies, work some of the neat jobs I did, travel the trips I did, run a camping store, operate a B and B, make and keep the friends I have, and have a lot of people over for holiday dinners, and move to Indian Rocks Beach. All good stuff.
If I were to design my life it would be pretty close to what it is now, only I would be just a little richer, with a full kitchen, a laundry room, a bathtub, and full ownership of this building I live in. So really, I'm pretty close pretty close. I am almost there. Life is good.
The "to move or not to move" decision that I kept putting off not so long ago resolved itself by the potential tenant never getting back to me, so I had no one to rent this place to and so I might as well stay a little longer. And really, I am OK with that. I won't revisit that particular issue until at least next summer. I am soooooo much better at dealing with the concept of you know living next door. It just took some time. Not much of a problem anymore, really. Opps, that brings to mind another regret....my having been so darn generous and thoughtful even in the mist of a divorce. If I had it to do over, I would have taken soooooooo much more when I left, both money and things. I don't know what I was thinking. I hear other ex wives took their ex to the cleaners. Darn, I shouda! It's not like he appreciated the generosity, or even noticed. Big regret!
I am going to Seattle in three days to be there for the birth of my new grand baby. I can't wait. When I leave there, and I think that will be hard to do, and I get home, I am planning on some serious landscaping between me and next door. And finishing writing the history book. (The publisher wants it by February), and gearing up for the busy winter season in my gallery, and having my girlfriends visit in February for a grownup pajama party, and going to a family reunion in July.
And planning another big trip somewhere, and working on my second book ( I do have a plan for it), and eventually rethinking my living arrangement. Isn't that enough to do? Ain't life swell?
This is why I like to write sometimes. It takes me from listing regrets to listing things I want and will be doing. I am about 80% happy most of the time, Not bad when a year ago, I was 80% sad most of the time.
Anyway. Here I am. Blogging because I am too tired to do anything else and it is too early to go to bed. How sad!
It has been almost four months since my three month road trip. I remind myself that it wasn't so long ago that I was on the road. I do this because sometimes I feel like life is not too thrilling and I certainly don't want to waste the time I have been given. For me, traveling is thrilling. It is accomplishment. It makes life worthwhile.
Not that I haven't things to do. I have books. I have paint. I have YouTube. I can exercise (ugg), I can write Christmas cards (groan, not in the mood!), I can meditate (who am I kidding, I've tried, my mind won't stay still for ten seconds!), I can go out and get some ice cream (too lazy), or I can ................................I don't know........................OK, I am stuck for things to do. That's the problem here.
I have found that when I am alone and bored, the boredom is so much more difficult than being bored with someone else around. I don't know why, but it is.
You know that Sinatra song "Regrets, I've had a few, but then again too few to mention." Well I've a few and I am going to actually mention them, just for the heck of it. I regret getting a teaching degree in college instead of studying art, writing or medicine. I regret marrying at 22. I regret not traveling more. I regret not naming my daughter Jillian instead of Jill, although she would probably prefer Jill anyway. I regret following the safe worn path instead of making my own. I regret not going to a therapist before I asked for a divorce and not insisting he go too. I regret not planning my divorce better. And I regret trying to look sexy and sophisticated at my junior prom and instead looked cheesy and nothing like myself. And I regret not having my teeth all straightened and whitened and capped when I was younger.
I have other regrets I am sure, but I can't think of them just right now. I have never understood people who say that they wouldn't change anything about their lives. Come on now! Is any life that perfect? Is it possible to have always made the right decisions? Wasn't for me. Having some regrets seems reasonable. (As long as one does not dwell on them.)
So this is what I do on a dull evening, review my regrets. Sad, huh.
But OK, I am done with that now. I was just mussing anyway. There are things I am terribly happy I did as well. Like, having gone to college at all even if I played it safe with a teaching degree. And it was good to have babies, work some of the neat jobs I did, travel the trips I did, run a camping store, operate a B and B, make and keep the friends I have, and have a lot of people over for holiday dinners, and move to Indian Rocks Beach. All good stuff.
If I were to design my life it would be pretty close to what it is now, only I would be just a little richer, with a full kitchen, a laundry room, a bathtub, and full ownership of this building I live in. So really, I'm pretty close pretty close. I am almost there. Life is good.
The "to move or not to move" decision that I kept putting off not so long ago resolved itself by the potential tenant never getting back to me, so I had no one to rent this place to and so I might as well stay a little longer. And really, I am OK with that. I won't revisit that particular issue until at least next summer. I am soooooo much better at dealing with the concept of you know living next door. It just took some time. Not much of a problem anymore, really. Opps, that brings to mind another regret....my having been so darn generous and thoughtful even in the mist of a divorce. If I had it to do over, I would have taken soooooooo much more when I left, both money and things. I don't know what I was thinking. I hear other ex wives took their ex to the cleaners. Darn, I shouda! It's not like he appreciated the generosity, or even noticed. Big regret!
I am going to Seattle in three days to be there for the birth of my new grand baby. I can't wait. When I leave there, and I think that will be hard to do, and I get home, I am planning on some serious landscaping between me and next door. And finishing writing the history book. (The publisher wants it by February), and gearing up for the busy winter season in my gallery, and having my girlfriends visit in February for a grownup pajama party, and going to a family reunion in July.
And planning another big trip somewhere, and working on my second book ( I do have a plan for it), and eventually rethinking my living arrangement. Isn't that enough to do? Ain't life swell?
This is why I like to write sometimes. It takes me from listing regrets to listing things I want and will be doing. I am about 80% happy most of the time, Not bad when a year ago, I was 80% sad most of the time.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
I held the nose of a dolphin in my hand. I fed the dolphin, named Winter, a couple of fish and patted her on her head. It was special. I did this at the Clearwater Aquarium along with my brothers, sister-in-law, niece, and cousin Paul. That made it even more special. It was a great day!
Regular stuff:
I think that I will remain here on Gulf Blvd for a while. The potential tenant has not shown his face again and I can only assume he has lost interest. That's OK. I kind of like it here at Wabi Sabi. Time has a way of making decisions for us. Not always with good results, but in this case it has worked out so far.
Life is good these days. I have read up and know stuff that helps me understand things past. And it makes life easier. And I feel happy and peaceful. And it's good. Of course, I realize there may be times ahead that don't feel so good, but that's life. As for now, it's good.
It is also really HOT out. With a heat index over 100 degrees it is hard to do outdoor things during the day. But I am looking at a gray sky to the northwest and hoping that the cold front is finally moving our way. We need rain and we need some cool.
I haven't written much in this blog lately because I have been busy. The days go by very fast. And well, there have been other things to do. But I will get back when my mind goes here.
Regular stuff:
I think that I will remain here on Gulf Blvd for a while. The potential tenant has not shown his face again and I can only assume he has lost interest. That's OK. I kind of like it here at Wabi Sabi. Time has a way of making decisions for us. Not always with good results, but in this case it has worked out so far.
Life is good these days. I have read up and know stuff that helps me understand things past. And it makes life easier. And I feel happy and peaceful. And it's good. Of course, I realize there may be times ahead that don't feel so good, but that's life. As for now, it's good.
It is also really HOT out. With a heat index over 100 degrees it is hard to do outdoor things during the day. But I am looking at a gray sky to the northwest and hoping that the cold front is finally moving our way. We need rain and we need some cool.
I haven't written much in this blog lately because I have been busy. The days go by very fast. And well, there have been other things to do. But I will get back when my mind goes here.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Moon Set
This morning I watched the moon set into the Gulf of Mexico. At 6:48 am, while it was still dark out, the moon, full and large and orange, fell into the watery horizon as if it were the sun setting at dusk. How could I not know about this phenomenon before this. Very very cool!
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