First of all I just want to give y'all a quick (yet vague) housing update to keep ya from worrying about us too much. Oh, wait, you all weren't worrying, that was me! Heh heh. But anyway, I am not going to actually mention any specifics here, to prevent major jinx-age, but we do have a few pokers in the proverbial fire. It seems that at the very least we won't be living outside by the dumpsters. Yay! Lets hear it for roofed structures! Perhaps we'll have more news on Monday or Tuesday. Or perhaps not. You'll have to wait and see!
I was getting a bit morose today, which was no doubt brought on by my recent cold turkey vis-a-vis mountain biking, my insignificant yet nagging injuries, and a subsequent dearth of outdoor activities. Therefore, while hiking (for the first time in two weeks!) I was mentally and silently waxing faux poetic about the change in the seasons and what we living critters derive our strength from. See, in the last three days the weather has finally and decidedly taken a turn for summer. Thus the hillsides are losing their lush, soft, greenness and turning tawny, the wildflowers are fading from their flagrant purples and blues to wispy whites and dusty roses. And I was somehow equating my recent prickliness to that of the natural surroundings. I am becoming a desert plant that hoards its life force and wards off others through barbs and spikes. And then I'm thinking that diggedy darn that sounds incredibly shallow! Are we defined by our possessions, or more specifically, am I? Is it a bad thing to admit that I miss my bike, my climbing gear, my piano, my hula hoops, my sewing machine, my beading supplies, and any other pairs of shorts other than the three I currently have available? And then I was obsessing about how DOES one define one's self. If it isn't from our possessions and the activities that we perform with them, what is it? What would make me ME, without my bike? Who am I, if I am not in a position to be a cruise director and tour guide? And then I rounded the corner in this hike and saw the coolest thing ever. There was this bridge in the road that was crossing the base of a small but majestically frothy waterfall. As I walked out and stood on the bridge and squinted into the sparkling diamond spray and thundering mist all of my silly angst was whipped away in the breeze. This. This is who I am. And this. This is what I do.
And unfortunately my camera battery picked this very moment of epiphany to die on me, so you'll have to come out and visit to experience the cleansing power of the falls. Ha! And THEN a handsome young man came by on a dirt bike and tried to pick me up. Quite flattering. I walked back from the falls with a renewed spring in my step.