Waves

Well, Hello There.  Looky here:  it is 1/11/11.  A good moment to rekindle with my writing.  A good day to download 126 images onto my new, shiny computer with back-lit keyboard, I kid you not, I can type in the dark if I want to; and a good day to gather 10 poems together and bundle them into a brown manila envelope (and mail them).

We spent the week after Christmas at the Coast.  The weather was beautiful.  We saw hundreds of whales on January 1 swimming south.  I have never seen so many, they passed by all day long, huffing and puffing.  The days were spent sipping coffee, walking, eating, reading, laughing, talking, eating, walking, sitting in the hot tub, reading, laughing, sleeping, napping, eating....  bliss.  We didn't start up the truck once in 4 + days!

For the past weeks I have only checked my computer-stuff from the office.  Mine crashed, very completely, not too surprising, since I had been duly warned the last couple of times we'd been into the shop.  Nope.  I didn't back up anything, even though I had had that whole routine explained to me for the last 6 years.  Yep:  when it all came down I was mortified.  Haven't I written about this before?  Sorry for repeating myself.

So.  I emptied my sock drawer of cash, and the mattress, too.  I turned pockets and baskets upside down.  I stole all quarters left around the house.  I ordered my new laptop.

The next day my back went out as I drove from Sarah's house to mine.  I think that is called buyer's freak-out.  It lasted a few days.

Then Wayne went on his business trip and I was home with the dogs, which is always fun.  No, really, it is.  Then the back fence fell over and that is a story unrelated to this one, even though there is an overlap.  While Wayne was gone I made my own coffee, extremely black on the first morning, a little less so the next, and pretty darn good the third.  I packed in wood and took out the ashes.  I went to work.  I took each dog out every day, in spite of their insatiable desire to go 50 thousand miles, now.  Yes, we were very glad to hear his truck pull into the driveway.  Very.

Before the computer crashed, the printer died.  It seemed as though every piece of machinery I use was thrashed.  Finished.  Fine then, I won't print here at home.  Of course, printing out the writing gets a little tedious, but oh well, it's temporary.

You see, LPC, this is Life.  Rolling in, wave by wave by wave.  I am grateful for each day, and every day may hold a challenge or twenty.  In the overall scheme of things, Life richly blesses my existence.  Electronics are helpful, and I can write in my paper notebooks.

It was strangely calm and peaceful to not have a computer!  I was a little reluctant to pick up email and Facebook, even at the office.  For me there is always a tug to go backwards, to slip into the pre-computer age, to stir up a pot of chicken soup, to stare at birds, the dogs, the leafless branches, sky, light dancing behind the breakers, to let the verses in my mind trail onto a page, to read a book from cover to cover.

Zero

Zero

Is where the Real Fun starts.

There's too much counting

Everywhere else!

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Hafiz

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Much love and gratitude.

xoxoLC