Sun Worship

I open up the laptop this a.m. and once again the top page is filled with bad news about weather: horrendous winds in Texas, a tornado in Arkansas, 5000 feet of snow in Wisconsin. I know that back in Seattle we had snow in some of the lowlands, which means that on top of the hill where we live, we may have had a dusting.

And here ... I'm getting reading to step out onto the patio. The Sainted One and I are in Palm Springs for a 10-day respite from the low and wet ceilings of Seattle, and the weather has been great. It's still and warm enough at 7:30 in the morning to take a book out onto the patio and get some sun. I need to soak it up so that when I get home, I can survive until mid-March when the sun will re-appear at home ...

 

Where Does He Get It?

I'm adding a new link to the lower right. Title is "Zack's Dance." He's a senior in high school this year, and he and  his friends have put on homecoming skits for years. This was an advertisement for a spring dance that was shown in home rooms at the beginning of the school day that he and his friends put together.

Anyone who watched the Thanksgiving Talent Show video will note that this is the same guy who did the Napoleon Dynamite dance. And for those who haven't seen that, he's the tall one.

After years of being on the golf and lacrosse teams, he tried out for his first play and won a part. Come spring he'll either try out for track and field or the school musical. I don't doubt that he'll win a part in the musical if he does. In fact I told him when he made his choice for senior picture - naked from the waist up, covered with blue war paint and astride a white horse - that he might reconsider it since it was likely that it would one day show up in People magazine.

And the need that this kid has to perform and be funny ... where the hell does he get that?

Click here or to the right: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1W7vf0ShV14

Looking Back and Looking Forward

I came in to this blog today with the intention of turning it off. I'm now part of boomergirl.com, so I thought that having this around would smack of the Department of Redundancy Department.

But then I looked back at the entries and decided to keep it alive. For one thing, the cabin on Whidbey has been much on our mind, and I had noted in earlier entries that someone was building a place across the way and that we feared our view would be "compromised."

Well it wasn't "compromised." It was "obliterated."

Actually, there's a little artisitic license in that comment, but I'm a writer and have that artistic license in my purse. Or in the car in the glove compartment. It's somewhere. Trust me.

Anyhow, we now refer to this house as the "Andrea Doria" or the "Queen Mary 2" or more simply: "The Monstrosity." It's that big. My sister thought I was exaggerating the size of it, but when she came up to the island to visit one weekend and got out of the car, she started the conversation without greeting or preamble by saying "I'm sorry."

So are we.

We told ourselves that to be fair we needed to live with it for a summer before we made any rash moves. That seemed the most rational thing to do. But no one has every accused us of being rational when it comes to this kind of thing. So after one of us had the temerity to broach the subject aloud ("Sell?") making it the elephant in the living room (or more appropriately, the monstrosity across the street) and impossible to ignore, we've been weighing the possibility.

Right now there's a Word document on the desktop with columns of "Keep" and "Sell" and we add items as we think of them.

Given that both of use were forced to move from home to home in our youth more than we wanted to, we find it difficult to make this kind of change when we have the power to do so.

Ah, well. We shall see ...