Saturday, September 08, 2012

Accordion for Breakfast

I thought I was hilarious waking my children with my accordion playing.

I assumed the funny part would be my children's surprised reaction, yet the funny part was my children's non-reaction.

What does this say about my children's expectations of me?  They rolled over in bed, and the words unspoken were, "Yup, that's my mom, she thinks she's funny.  Harumph."

Wednesday, September 05, 2012

Sea Glass Beach

In Fort Bragg, California, I visited a beach covered in polished glass pieces. Instead of sand: glass. It's soft, rounded, alive and colorful.

For decades the residence of Fort Bragg disposed of garbage into the sea at the northern part of town. You can see how they drove their cars to the edge of the sea cliff and pushed.  The ocean is the world's garbage dump, even if it is incomprehensibly big.

In 1968 this antiquated trash disposal ended. In the meantime, all of the glass from their cars, windows, mayonnaise jars and, what seems to be for the most part, beer bottles, has been washed into beauty (people also picked up much of the rubbish).

In a time when we can't breathe without being bombarded with sarcasm disgusted as hope, and fear masquerading as reform, this beautiful sea scape bolstered my spirits. Yes, people are messing up the world, yet it carries on, despite us. Our environment is not beyond repair and repentance. Check the stats on the Bald Eagle since the 1980's. There is hope without an agenda and reform without fear.

This small space of water, land and glass reminded me of that bigger hope. There is so much more mystery here that we can not comprehend.

Things that are toxic and dangerous can be diluted and cleaned: even made beautiful.  Though people are responsible for the problems, we are creative enough to be a part of the answer, the rest is a mystery.

Monday, September 03, 2012

Yours, Mine and Ours: Summer at Home

I took the summer off from blogging. Now summer is un-officially-officially over. I replaced blogging with summer. It was rich with adventure and people, both of which, I love. We did not leave the state: unless you count the east side of Tahoe as Nevada, which I don't because it is too beautiful to be Nevada.
In the woods near my house are three trees: Douglas fir, oak and cedar. They are growing so close that they nearly are braided together. They are thriving and old. As I run by them on my jogs, I'm reminded of my summer at home. Your people, my people and our people all growing up and together.

Pre.S.  These photos are not in chronological order because this Google blog GUI stinks and I'm too lazy to edit the HTML. Yes, my husband is a software engineer and no, I'm not as nerdy as him, but some of it has rubbed off on me.

Here are the three trees with our sweet friends and family.

Fast friends visit from Virginia for a snowy visit to Tahoe in June.
The kids learn to swim on the swim team!
Old friends introduce us to new friends!
The kids learn to sail!
A great kid lives with us!
The boy turns 12 at our family reunion.  His voice is changing!
We spend time with my new nephew.  I'm in love!
We spend time with my busy niece.  I'm in love!
We show our Czech and Ohioan friend the great redwood forests.
Or, just the Ohioan see the trees, everyone else can't see.
We learn about keeping bees and not getting stung.
We hike with my dad!
We cap it off with a visit to the NorCal coast.