Ah, the world keeps on going even if I'm not blogging. How can that be? Am I to believe all that stuff out there isn't revolving around ME?
Yeah, well I learned long ago that life goes on without any one of us. It is a discovery that diminishes as it frees.
While the world turned and turned I've been chugging along.
I turned sixty-three again. This time it is official and not a mistake in my arithmetic.
Himself and myself did two volunteer days for the state of Oregon "Whale Watching Spoken Here" spring gray whale migration. We've volunteered for a decade or more and this may have been our last "officially signed up" duty. My aging bones dislike the prospect of three hours outside in the Northern-Pacific coast weather. At Cape Blanco in December (winter migration) and March (spring migration) temperatures of low to mid-40's is about as good as it gets. Wind is a constant. Rain, sleet, hail always possible. There is no shelter and, worst of all, no bathroom nearby. This seems like a job for someone younger and more devoted. We'll still watch whales, but on our own time and on SUNNY days from here on.
I made two more KIVA loans - one to Palestine and the other to Guatemala. That brings my total to ten: four completely repaid, four partially repaid, and two new. It is a joy knowing that a small piece of the richness of my life can make a difference to someone else in the world. I recommend it to anyone feeling that life is a burden rather than a gift.
Yesterday I saw the first of our Oregon coast wild rhododendrons in bloom. That is a sight to cheer the heart. Especially since the weather has turned back to winter for a few more days. So much for getting the lawn (can you call knee-high grass a lawn?) mowed!