Winds of change

The wind is sweeping away the rain. Can you feel it? Summer is days away. The solstice on the 21st brings the longest day of the year lit by the sun. It's not about heat, it's about the light. This quiet Sunday evening is just that, quiet with peace yet filled with the sounds of strong breezes and back lit by a long evening of amber light.

Our Spring has been damp, accompanied by a distinct absence of heat. The bright side to this dreary spring is the lush values of green all around our state from the desert to the sound. This weekend the tripod took off on a road trip to wallow in the mud. Friday we headed West and ended the day with a lovely Italian dinner with family. In the early hours of Saturday the rain started to fall and the gray mists covered the hills and trees. After dressing in colorful tutus and knee socks we made our way to Remlinger Farms for the Survivor Mud Run.

Challenged by the elements to compete in an event in what I would compare to five days of camping. And god knows I'm not much of a camper. Obstacles courses that challenged the muscles while battered by real and fake elements. We trekked through cow shit, mud, rivers and puddles. Some climbed big walls and some climbed rope walls, we even cut threw an underground culvert to be presented with the best tasting banana ever and actually a pretty cool medal too. This may shock some....but it was rather fun....and I think I would do it again.

As we crested the pass this morning we saw ahead of us this years elusive sun and driving further East we met up with the Ellensburg winds that pushed us home. I soaked in a hot tub and massaged muscles with heat seeking cream while watching a romantic comedy and just suddenly felt that love was just around the corner. The winds of change were bringing change. Summer is coming in with that next breeze, the days will be brighter with the long light and just the plain old fact...

that summer just makes you feel good.

Day in and day out we don't get what we want in life, but the lesson behind it all is that we have to face that we can't win all the time and just by living life to the fullest, working hard and having fun while doing it we all deserve metals.

Sisters

Sisters

My favorite little sister went to a tarot card reader years ago, before she had kids the tarot reader told her she would have two kids close together. Miss O came and FLS tried to have another for close to four years, one was lost shortly after I moved home from Texas and then finally Lil G arrived this May. My sister must be most fertile in the month of September since her due date was the same for Lil G as it was for her big sister Miss O. They are both May babies and Taurus.

Miss O was thrilled to become a big sister like her Aunt Shanie.

Third square and plowing through the fourth!

Peony the third square of the first row now complete.

Scraps

Woke this morning with hops and photo's on my mind.

Quickly pushed the thoughts away to go back to sleep, they kept creeping back in so I finally gave in and crawled out of bed to write just two words down on a scrap of paper that I flipped over.

Meeker

Photo's

Two words so that I could recall two different thought processes from waking.

I find that feeling disconcerting; a thought or an idea on the fringe of your memory. You can feel it but not recollect it. If I stop and make note of it, I find it easier to recall. A couple of times this week this happened where I needed to do something or thought of an idea and forgot....

'Ah hell,' it happens everyday.

But some days I'm a bit smarter by doing the notes to self and recognizing the thought process behind them. Last night while driving home, I came up fast behind a truck and slowed down, the speed limit was forty-five and that is what I was doing, however the fella in front of me was doing twenty-five tops. My first thought was; has to be an old man and it was as having finally made it to the end of the road after following behind him for five blocks, I glanced into his rig while exiting to the right of him. But it made me sad; my over active mind thinking what if he had Alzheimer's and was lost and panicking. Picturing him lost in a thought and suddenly waking to find himself driving and not knowing where he was and imagining my feelings of lost thoughts amplified by disease. So this morning I thought 'going to keep that mind active by writing down key words.'


So the thoughts behind the words above: (so I remember) I have been researching and writing about hop's and recalled reading a story about the Meeker fellow whose mansion resided in the verdant green valley below my first house in Auburn. He grew hops in the early 1900's and I woke with the thought 'hey' I could incorporate that scrap of information in my book, set in Prosser. Then I wrote; photo's, I had this disturbing idea cross my mind, about how creepy they really are and did not want to lose the thread of it. (Character quirk for book is all I'm going to say about that one.)

Scraps

Departed

How many times do they say the word departed in the movie Departed? This is the first thought that came to mind after watching it. Also I have some unanswered questions about the movie and pretty much every character died or departed the movie in some violent method.

It is the start of my weekend and also Memorial Day weekend. Oddly enough we honor those that are departed in service of our country. I say oddly because we tend to forget that this weekend is for that purpose.

In Texas they do a pretty nice job of honoring the men and women who have served. I attended two Memorial Day Services at the VFW while living in Texas. Thank you to all who have served and those who continue too. This weekends blog is going to be short because I'm writing, working and visiting other material. Happy Memorial Day!