Every day I am grateful for:
My weird house
My weird dog
My boys. Their partners. Their happiness. Their resiliency. Their pursuit of their dreams. My heart nearly explodes with joy and love
Jay. Jay. Jay…
and all that he brings. All that he is. All the love that he showers on me.
Friendships. You know how every break-up or rough time, has, in hindsight, a theme; the lessons that you learn from that particular crisis tend to all be in the same general arena? This last go-’round was all about friendships – I learned a shit-ton the really hard way. I lost so many, gained some incredible new ones, and re-connected with some of the best people I have ever known. Then the pandemic moved in, I stopped working in public, I moved way out of town, and we weren’t allowed to see each other…
That seriously weeded out any of the fringe elements. I got weeded out of some too. It’s okay. But, those who remain have made this past year manageable. The humor and love and support have been sanity-sustaining.
I am over-the-top grateful for my sexy new firepan. Valentine’s Day gift. New boating gear is always fun but even more spectacular when it can be used at home for a backyard fire around which you can safely sit with a couple of those incredible friends.
And IT’S SO NICE!
Thank the heavens above for rivers.
For landscapes of stone.
For hot springs at 9000 ft after skiing in the mountains.
I’m super appreciative that my truck is still running with 230,000 miles on it. Well, kind of running. My friend’s Toyota has 340,000 miles on it, so, fingers crossed.
My new skis bring me all sorts of joy.
He’s a really good gift-giver.
The blue of the sky over the cliffs of red rock that I see out my window fills my soul.
I have the freedom to walk into that blue any time I want.
That is sanity-saving.
I love my mommy. Y’all know that. She and I have spoken nearly every day of this Pandemic. She’s a keeper.
I love my birds.
Jay’s home has big birds. Raptors. Big birds. I love his birds too.
That sounds kind of dirty doesn’t it?
I have songbirds: Juncos and Finches, and Chickadees, and Towhees, and Titmouse(s?) (Titmice?). I have Quail. Quail. They are the best. I could watch them all day with their little head accessories bobbing in synch with their scampering feet. They bring me so much joy.
A male Meadowlark just arrived this week. In the snow. He’s gorgeous. I think he’s looking for a place to put down roots; he’s got marriage and children on his mind. I hope he moves into the neighborhood. I’ve been feeding my birds special treats like kibble and brown rice to entice them to settle in.
Yesterday a juvenile Northern Harrier flew around my tree. I don’t have birds of prey here. I barely even have Ravens. Yet here he is.
There is magic in this canyon.
My life is just grand.