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It was a rainy day in Washington. I had gotten a speeding ticket, was lost, and my phone was dead. I went into a gas station, found a map, and brought it to the counter. The young man looked at it and our dialogue was as follows:
Young Man:: You wanna buy that?
My thought: Why else would I have brought it to the counter?
My response: Yes. How much is it?
Young man: 55 dollars.
My thought: You’re flipping kidding me. (I might have thought a stronger “F” word.)
My response: Excuse me?
Older Man Standing Behind Young Man: I think that’s five dollars.
Young Man: Why do you want that?
My thought and response: Because I’m lost and I need a map.
Young Man: Why don’t you just use your phone?
Thought/response: Because my phone is dead.
Older Man Standing Behind Young Man: I can sell you a phone charger.
My escalated thought/response: I don’t want a phone changer. I want a map. Do you want to sell me this map? I just got here, and I don’t know where I am and I just got a speeding ticket and I’d like to buy this map.
Young Man: Where’d you get a speeding ticket?
Increasingly steaming brain/response: I don’t know where I got a speeding ticket because I DON”T KNOW WHERE I AM.
(They stare at me, waiting for clarification.)
Me (sighing): It was some long straight road with no signs telling me how fast I was supposed to be going.
They both nod and make sage-like, grunting sounds, and comment how troopers are always stopping speeders there.
Me: Can I just buy the map please?
Young Man: You really want this?
Me (in my most sinister, sarcastic, hissing, piratical tone): Yes, I really think I do.
I finally got my map. But I’m not quite sure what to think about Washingtonians.
Quote of the day: “A map says to you, read me carefully, follow me closely, doubt me not…I am the earth in the palm of your hand.” — Beryl Markham
My new cube backdrop of Cow Wreck (thanks to Christine, Elisa, and Walker Magnum)
That I found two apps that just play the sound of the ocean on my phone
That my darling daughter’s last day of high school is tomorrow
That MKL tells me that he loves how my eyes shine when I look at him
That Mr. Man seems to be feeling a little better (and that I have another idea about solving his ‘thinking outside the box’ issue
Our spring has been late and wet, and though our daffodils have come and gone, as have our tulips, our iris are starting to pop out, so I’ll see if I can’t share some of those with you tomorrow. While I have no garden this year, I do have a few pots of pretty things and right now, that is enough. Mr. Man is still not doing well, but the vet came today and took some blood, so we hope to have some answers shortly, and get him back on the road to happiness. We should all be on that road, don’t you think?
Quote of the day; “Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.” — Iris Murdoch
Big fat raindrops and rumbling thunder
A vet who is simpatico
The pressure of a warm cat against my legs under the blanket
That MKL fixed my lawn mower
I don’t think I’ve ever eaten a brown egg. I’m sure I’ve never eaten a green one. I’ll take two, with a slice of ham.
While my darling daughter has chosen to go somewhere other than Portland State University, we loved how the Portland Farmer’s Market was right in the school’s quadrangle.
Quote of the day: “Probably one of the most private things in the world is an egg before it is broken.” — M.F.K. Fisher
Things that make me laugh
That irises are finally blooming
Letting go of the past
Carmen Miranda earrings
Please send some healing energy in the direction of my beloved cat, Mr. Man. He seems to be ailing, and I have not been able to get ahold of the vet yet, but I am worried.
This is not today’s double rainbow because I forgot that I had a photo-taking device with me, but it IS a double rainbow, and it reminds me a bit of today’s. Everyone on the homeward bound bus took a moment to look at it, and joked about going to find the pot of gold. Kelsea and I tried to chase down the end of this particular rainbow up in Grand County last year, and came so close. One of these days, I will reach the end of a rainbow. I wonder if it feels different at the end, or if the air looks different? I think I’ll imagine that to be so.
Grand County, Colorado.
Quote of the day: “Wherever you are, and whatever you do, be in love.” — Rumi
A talk with my brother
The binge-marathon of “Dark Shadows” from 1966
I want to remember a wonderful day, a happy day, and so, the horses of Shackleford Banks in North Carolina, on the day last year that Kelsea and I went on one of our adventures.
The Bad Day:
– continuing to nip the identity theft in the bud
– being lied to and cheated by someone once dear to me
– having two spots being biopsied for skin cancer
– Mr. Man deciding the mud room is his litter box
– Mr. Man catching a mouse and putting it in the bed
– spraining my thumb trying to get said cat/mouse out of the bed/house
I’m working hard to find the lesson and blessing in today.
Quote of the Day: “Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.” – Rumi
Anne of Green Gables
Late-blooming irises the color of violets
The little painting that Kelsea brought me from a street vendor in Paris
Remember me? I don’t even know how long I’ve been away from you all. It’s been a rich mix of work, varmint infestations, identity theft, and who knows what else. The pleasant things interspersed have been baby goats, the Stanley Hotel, spring (albeit slow-starting), and of course, the wonderful constant of MKL. I have yet to download a lot of photos from recent adventures, so let’s all remember where my spirit truly lives with this image.
Little Exuma, Bahamas.
Quote of the day: “My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.” — Rumi
That Cheryl and Pete are on Anegada
That I loaded three of my own mousetraps this afternoon
Scaling Laundry Mountain
People who do nice things for you when they know you are having a hard day
On the road to Tacoma, we indulged in a little abandoned building exploration – an open warehouse by the side of the Willamette River with lots of nooks and crannies and of course, amazing light. It made us both super happy. We were also pleased that we didn’t run into anyone (or anything) unexpected – always a bit of a risk with abandoned places.
We love Portland. That the Farmer’s Market is held on Saturdays right in the middle of the Portland State “campus” really made it feel like an intimately integral part of the city itself. And nobody in the whole Farmer’s Market was talking or texting. They were all interacting with each other. And in Oregon, they pump your gas for you. No one has done that for me at a gas station since I was 17.
It’s beautiful. The drive up Hwy. 101 in Oregon was magical. I wish I could have stopped more often and taken more pictures. It is definitely a future destination for MKL and myself. As for now, Kelsea’s and my journey continues…
Highway 101, Oregon.
(Our internet connections have been dicey at best, so I’ll have more to share in a few days).