By reading my blog you give me the opportunity to do the work I love to do, that is talk about life and its various aspects.
I know, wandering around is one of the things I do best, so I thank you for respecting my voice while I do it.
I’m a seeker, and I figure that you, being here, must be one too.
They say we didn’t come into this life with a manual on how to live it, but what if in our wanderings, we find one.
"What would you name your dog?" Eight-year-old grandson called to us from the car's back seat.
"I'd name mine Naked," he said, "that way when we had a party I could say, "I'm going outside to get Naked."
An hour and a half later I stood inches from a glass wall watching silver fish doing an endless Ester Williams pretend.
Fish by the thousands swished past the window, swimming in unison, circling their enormous tank. A shark swam into the mass of fingerlings--no problem—they glided aside, then elegant as silk, flowed back into formation.
Another shark swam through a hole the fish had created. They closed the gap with the same precision. A dimensional tunnel came next.
I was mesmerized.
They had it right in the movie, "Finding Dory." Schools of fish could probably spell.
We were visiting the Oregon Aquarium in Newport Beach Oregon. A must see if you are ever in Oregon. It is exquisite, the best I have ever seen, and I have visited a few.
All the aquatic animals at the Aquarium were vibrant and healthy. corals were abundant, anemones large as dinner plates, starfishes with "eyes" on the tips of their "arms"—I didn't know that—water clear as glass and cold as ice.
See, we were traveling.
Now we're back home.
It's been a busy two months. With Christmas behind us, New's Year's day, done, five family birthdays in January and February, done, new house moved into, its gray bathroom, gone, transformed into mango and lime green, the dark green dining room and gray living room doused in cream-colored paint.
Daughter painted the fireplace white; I painted walls and myself.
My little Fixer Upper:
Bath Room before:
Bath Room after:
The house isn't sad anymore.
But I have noticed that a lot of people are…
Why is that?
They don't know how awesome they are. See, like my grandson, I answer my own question.