a bright orange bag on the carousel
Just back from a sad, emotional and often deeply funny weekend in Norfolk... but two planes, one train and two taxis later, I can barely conjugate verbs. So I'd like to ask you this: if you see something oddly beautiful or inspiring today, can you put it in the comments section?
Posted by Ian Williams at May 31, 2009 11:51 PM
I work from home on Mondays and Wednesdays. In my office, I pushed my desk right against the window that overlooks my backyard. My dear husband spents a lot of time making the yard lovely. It is a nice yard that backs to the woods. It is very peaceful, and there is a birdfeeder close to the window. . . I enjoy watching all the birds and rascally squirrels enjoy some seed or take a bath in the bird bath. Right now, there are lots of cardinals and bluebirds enjoying a lovely June 1 day. Oh, and my dearly departed beagle is buried back near the irises, so I can keep an eye on him as well. : )
Bluebirds! I am envious of Laurie.
I walked our dog at 6:45 this morning. Down our dead-end street to the bike/walking path along the beach... It rained briefly last night and is crisp and cool today; the bay sparkled in the new sun and everything looked scrubbed clean and new. The air is so clear, I could see beyond the Jamestown Bridge way to our south, toward open ocean.
Beach roses, magenta and pale pink, were jeweled with dewdrops, and in the middle of the bay, a lone quahogger (look it up!) plied his rake from his small white wooden boat. We saw not another soul on our walk to the main beach and back, heard little but gulls mewing and the hum of the local clam shack's fans.
That is how I love to start my day: with deep breaths of clean salty air, a clear sky, and views that inspire.
Like Scruggs' main squeeze, I helped my wife dig out grass and weeds for a garden. I'm not a gardener, but she and my 3 son love it. I even operated heavy equipment (power drill) and was able to hammer rebar into the railroad ties. The planting will commence this evening when I get the kids from daycare. The railroad ties were necessary since I have a penchant for mowing down anything green when it's in the yard. Anyhoo, the best part of the day, yesterday, was hearing my wife tell my son to, "Go tell daddy what you just said to me." Prompting my son to come tell me that he thought I was a great dad. And then he gave me a big hug. Scruggs, don't be surprised if Don "harvests" similar praise from your youngins for his green thumb and gardening expertise.
Ian, the "sweet" portion of any bittersweet funeral is the de facto reunion of old friends and the telling and re-telling of old stories that brought your gaggle of friends together in the first place. Sorry again that your friend died, but happy that you and others got to unite in her honor and keep her alive in your collective memory. That alone may suffice as your inspiring boost today.