A Little Sunshine A Little Reading A little Family and Friends

It is amazing what a little sunshine can do to feelings of gallumpyness: a ride to Anacortes, some time with Lynn, a bran muffin, a visit from Carol as she did another look/see on my new computer not spellchecking. Like I can live without spellcheck.

The Treat Fairy left a sweet potato scone at my car and it was waiting for me after I left work and toddled to the parking lot oblivious to all the downtown bustle. That was a lovely surprise after a rough day. Lynn arrives downtown at 2:30 pm and I get off at 3:30. I loved her faith in humanity and the weather. No one stole the scone tucked in a Whole Foods papersack positioned under my wiperblade and the rain held off.

And all of our wet slushy spring snow finally seems to be over, for a week or so I had some close encounters with snow almost every day. Now it's redbuds and forsythia with a bulb or two opening here and there. My living room window is open at last. Winter is over, Spring is delightful. And welcome. I have lived another season.

I wrote on the blog not to long ago: "My life is what it is for reasons not remembered." Trying to say, in my inarticulate manner, that my life is, has been, and will be okay. Then Lynn posted on her blog a beautiful Rilke poem with a similar sentiment. Aren't we lucky to live in a world of words.

Remembering

And you wait. You wait for the one thing
that will change your life,
make it more than it is --
something wonderful, exceptional,
stones awaking, depths opening to you.

In the dusty bookstalls
old books glimmer gold and brown.
You think of lands you journeyed through,
of paintings and a dress once worn
by a woman you never found again.

And suddenly you know: that was enough.
You rise and there appears before you
in all its longings and hesitations
the shape of what you lived.

Bless the crazy man, he wasn't so inarticulate...

I had a customer who lives on Son-In-Law road somewhere in Florida. Me thinks there is a story there.

I overheard a snippet of conversation "...and that is what the shotgun is for." I will continue to wonder about that one, snippets of conversation can be puzzling.

There is more to life than increasing its speed. Mahatma Gandhi
Some of the greater things in life are unseen; that's why you close your eyes when you kiss, cry, or dream. No credit given

Stephanie went to California for training, Portland for her spa weekend, Roger is in Atlanta as I write, Christian and Ian both had use-it or loose-it time off. Ian has returned to "floating" for Something Silver; one day at Bellevue, one day downtown, and three days at University Village. I have had breakfast, lunch, dinner, coffee, drives, visits, book club, and playdates with a lot of the folks. People who are important in my life. And found a little time to work.

I need a hair cut, a pedicure, and an oil change -- I need to pick up some books from the library. I have The Hunger Games and A Visit From the Goon Squad waiting for me. Book club books. Plus my never ending stack of books waiting to be read. The fourth book of The Game of Thrones and the Steve Jobs biography. Roger gave me The Tiger: a true story of vengeance and survival and Born to Run -- surprise, Stephanie gave me Snow Flower and The Secret Fan, Christian keeps me supplied with fantasy, Ian keeps me supplied with pop culture.

Seems pretty balanced to me.

Much of that afore mentioned life of mine has been spent reading; now why wasn't I born smart or funny or talented or tall or a great cook or a race car driver. Somebody has some s'plaining to do.

And lastly from Mother Teresa; "Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies."

Okay, I can do that.