It's been almost two years since JT has been in the water, and if I pay close attention here, maybe buy the right kind of pickles, she will get into the water for a good long cruise before the end of the season.
It has been a wonderful two years since I last wrote, there is no denying that. Today I have paused in my efforts to pack up where I live to try and describe here the new adventures that await my energies. I have been more than fortunate to meet a woman who defies description, and with any luck in the world, I will spend a very long time trying to describe her. We keep each other on our respective toes, there is laughter in the middle of the night and at all times of the day, and it is simple joy to be in the same room with her. It will be the best of fun! I just need to find a home for a certain stuffed Warthog I own, as it completely clashes with her decor!
I have two strong sons, there is less distance between us than before, and dare I say, perhaps some real healing of wounds suffered long ago. The older is planning to plunge into marriage, and while my track record on that subject is less than Olympic like, I will be there for him if he needs me. The younger son, such a journey he has had! The road and distance he has gone, and my honor to travel it with him, even the worst parts where the days blurred together as he fought his demons. There is change, there is sweet change in the air, the energy of it to breath in and make ones stomach roll slightly with nervous energy.
Given the complexities and some tedium related to moving, my mind turns towards here to put words to these next adventures. I have survived homelessness, a stroke and other adventures, and now I am standing, ready to push off the shoreline with a boat, a bottle of wine, a long expanse of calm river to explore. Some clear jazz on a radio, a good book to read along the way, and bug repellant because, well, it isn't always a Garden of Eden out there!
I truly believe there is no such thing as coincidence, my mother metaphorically beat this into me at a young age, and every day I try to make sure I pay attention to those intersections as they arrive in front of me. I made the acquaintance of someone recently who is sending out 1,000 paper origami cranes to see the world. I asked if I could take one with me on my little boat and she is sending me one. This trip will not be as far as others she has posted on her web page, but I would hope the depth of the trip rubs off on this little crane. It would be nice to know this little folded paper absorbs some of this clear jazz, a little calm water and the adventures of seeing the world, even close by to home.
Back to packing here, does anyone need a lovely stuffed Warthog to grace their home?
