I've finished reading the paper, emptying the dishwasher, washing the pots in the sink, folding the laundry, and sweeping the kitchen floor while listening to Joe Lovano and Stefon Harris. Occasionally, I looked at my daughters' blogs or the NY Times website to see if a financial armaggedon had commenced yet. My dog is snoring softly (as opposed to her thunderous nighttime snore) by my feet as I write this. The sky is grey,grey,grey, and gray - one trademark of the Great Northwest at the end of winter (also at the beginning and in the middle). This is the season of change in the Northwest. The day may open with streaks of intense light fragmenting the fog and patches of bluest sky occupying the space over the butte on the other side of the small valley our house faces. As the body begins to ease into thoughts of work outdoors, hail rattles the stovepipe. This is followed by a downpour the house gutters can't handle, flooding the view. Then another blue opening in the sky and flashes of intense sunlight. This might go on all day, or the grey/gray/grey might descend again. Aside from the summer when Nature is a beneficent goddess beyond the imaginations of downtrodden East Coast urbanites (which was my former existence decades ago), this time of year is my favorite - the epitome of being in the moment! This is real drama, not the bullshit we tend to fill our lives with and chatter endlessly about on our updated cell phones (mea culpa). My dog just woke up and gave me the I-want-to-go-out look. She'll go out, lie in the rain till she's thoroughly soaked, slop through the new strawberry bed, and then bark insistently at the door to tell me she's ready to come in so she can take another four hour nap, resting up for tonight when she'll decide at two in the morning that she wants to go out to check the poop the deer may have left as they passed through on their evening rounds. At every door of our house there are wet, muddy towels. It's raining. The sky is grey/gray/grey. My dog is sleeping by the heater. Ah, the bucolic life!
4 comments:
Who knew that weather and pets and simple household chores could make up such a happy existence? As much as I loved traveling around China - being home and watching the weather slowly inch its way from winter to spring is much better for my heart and soul.
hey, I would be pointing out your typos as well if you updated your blog with some consistency!
Yeah dad! At least I make a general announcement when I know I won't be blogging. Sheesh.
After I respond to everyone's blog, I"ve used up all my allotted blog time.
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