|Wanda La Claire||
I hope you remember to vote. I had a couple of things I had to do so it made more sense to vote on my way home. On voting day, I run into a lot of people who remind you to get out and do it but the comment I always find funny is: It doesn't matter who you vote for so long as you vote. Maybe I'm naive but I think it does matter who you vote for but no matter who you vote for I hope you'll get out and vote.
Sugarloaf is a nice easy climbing area in Murrin Park but that fact makes it very crowded on weekends. I'm lucky; I get to climb on weekdays when the park is nearly empty. Still get the chance to meet and talk with other climbers, which is always enjoyable but it's empty enough to have your pick of routes. We're having some amazing weather right now so twice this week I was able to spend my day rock climbing. I really love living here.
At this time of year, you can walk through seasons by walking to the beach. My apartment is on a ridge and back from the ocean so a stroll to the beach involves a temperature change. This wall of rhododendrons is about a block from the water but the same plants that surround my place haven't even started to bloom.
In the tradition of "things that are awesome", I love sitting in the sun on my balcony drinking coffee and reading a book. Warm sun, hot coffee, and a good book to disappear into, I don't know why but it makes me feel like I'm on vacation somewhere. At least, for an hour or two.
My street is lined with cherry trees and when it rains the weight of the water pulls down the branches until you end up walking into them. This picture was taken at eye level. The water also makes the petals stick to everything. Going for my daily walk means returning home covered in pink flower petals. Once they are on my floor, I have to wait for them to dry out so I can sweep them up. Maybe that sounds annoying but I like it. When the petals are dry, they fly around in the breeze. Today, while I was sitting on my balcony, vehicles would whip the petals into a pink blizzard.
I walk pass these flowers everyday and they always make me think of something drawn by Dr Seuss. If you look carefully, you'll see that two smaller flowers come out of the main flower. I'm sort of waiting for two more to pop out of the each of those flowers but, after weeks of waiting, I'm doubtful that the third tier will show up. Maybe someone knows what these weird things are called?
It's been a while since I posted anything (a little too much happening) but this morning as I went for my walk the trees were just too beautiful not to share. The picture was taken one block away from my place. I love watching for the first signs of spring. The leaves budding on the trees often look like flowers, frequently starting out red and later turning green. Day after day, I go for my walk and watch as the buds open. And yet, as closely as I watch it always seems to happen when I blink. One moment, the trees are bare sticks and then green is everywhere.
What do you do when the pain is so intense that you can’t think straight? What do you do when you lie to yourself and say that it will be all right? What do you do? What do you do when you can’t sleep at night because secretly you’re afraid that someone you love will die and you won’t know when it happens? What do you do? What do you do when the pain is so intense that when you try to pull it out it feels like claws are scrapping your insides? What do you do? Do you lie and tell yourself you’ll be alright because you haven’t thought about what it means to lose someone who is part of your history? While they lie dying in the hospital do you lie to yourself and say you’ll be okay because you’re not going to think about it, because you're not going to think about what it means to lose them? Do you lie to yourself and say you’ll be okay because you won’t feel it until it’s over? Do you lie to yourself because you’ve been through it before and you don’t want to go through it again, please don’t make me go through it again. What do you do when others rely on you to be strong and you forgot how to do that? Do you lie to yourself until a friend tells you, ‘you aren’t the same’? Do you lie to yourself until someone catches you crying when everyone defines you as “stoic”? Do you lie to yourself until you can’t eat or sleep? Do you lie to yourself until your insides feel like broken glass? Do you lie to yourself? I do.
Today I was trying to sort out a problem I was having with a "rewards" card. The card is properly registered, everything else works but no rewards. While I was on the phone speaking with a very helpful guy, it suddenly occurred to me that the problem might be caused by the two part last name. He removed the space and problem solved... sort of. I'm surprised I didn't think of the last name earlier after all, it is frequently a problem for me. It makes me wonder about the people who design the software for these things. I have done computer programming and it's not hard to write the program to accept a blank space as part of a name so why is it not done? It's not that weird to have a name with a space in it. Would I have an easier time in a country where that is more common?
I have no idea how to write blogs so I just write about wacky thoughts that run through my mind and leave a bit of a residue behind.