Reflections on Entering "Area 51"...
First, I'd like to say, "Thank GOD I've made it this far!"
Second, I only have one thing on my birthday "gift registry", and all of you who stop by are welcome (indeed, encouraged... ;-) to give me one of these:
- ITEM: One moment over the next three days in which giver deliberately and gently cultivates beauty.
So, that's it!
Oh, wait. I never write blog posts that are that short. So, here are some observations.
At 51, some books are now incompatible with my eyes. And/or the length of my arms. I found a little pocket bible on the sidewalk this morning as I was taking a stroll. Couldn't see a thing. For all I know, it wasn't even a bible. (But it looked like one...)
I'm increasingly delighted with my life. I have blessings too numerous to articulate.
I have a very cool wife.
The best defense is a good offense. Over the last two days, I've gotten up early, and upon going out into my back yard, I've discovered an army of snails (both days!) on my fennel and coriander. Rather than try to "evacuate" them by tossing them in the garbage or something, I've decided that they'll live a life of plush luxury for the next seven days, eating fine greens. And then, they will become verrrry intimate with garlic and butter. The irony is, of course, that over the next seven days, they'll be eating lettuce from my garden. Go figure.
I'm still pretty agile. Trimmed the overgrown trees on the fenceline the other day. My neighbor was impressed with my monkey-like antics as I clambered around the tree.
|What I'm afraid I look like...on a GOOD day!|
I have one vanity for sure. I wish I hadn't lost so much of my hair. See left and below for a sampling of my consequent self-image. You can see why I would love to spontaneously manifest my former... hirsuteness... as a birthday present.
The bees are happy and busy. The cherry fruit-set looks to be very generous. Anticipating a delicious June and July.
Life can be fun when you're not all serious and grouchy and pressured. Who knew? (Besides Deb, of course...sheesh!)
I'm finally realizing that I'm OK just the way I am, even if I am a little unfinished. That doesn't mean I intend to stop growing, of course. But I can take a little of the pressure off now and then. Achieving isn't everything.
There are moments when I feel like I have no idea what I'm doing - with my life, my career, my family, my obligations - everything. Then, something happens (small, big, serendipitous), and then I feel like maybe I'm not so lost after all.
I'm grateful for the beautiful home and garden that we get to live in. And for the weather here. Ahhhhh....!
I love redwood trees.
I love my dogs. I'm getting much better at relating to them. Really, it just takes a bit for me to relax into their vibe, instead of being all uptight and demanding. They're pretty cool. And quite willing to share an experience.
I could go on an on, but I have a million things that I get to do today, and this is only one of them.
|My "John Larroquette" look|
|The elder Keebler Elf|
|"SYNDROME" from The Incredibles (or, Jack Nicholson.)|
|Looking a bit like my older brother |
(...oops! Sorry, Joe!)
I think I've tortured you all enough now...and now that I have not the tiniest shred of dignity remaining, I'm off to do...something else.