A Funny Revelation

You know how obsessed I am about how many blog posts we've been posting this year. Not many and certainly nothing like last year. I had been wondering about that. I noticed that we had 126 posts in 2020. How is that possible? We were just as locked down and bored as we are now. But somehow we managed to come up with 70 more posts (from our most recent number here) then. What was our creative spark? Well, I had a funny revelation... we cheated. Seriously,  the Dharma Bums cheated their way through 2020 by posting 46 posts that linked to music. Oh yes, those Friday Music posts. Who knew they would be rich for my obsessive post counting? Not me. So of course it made me wonder if I had a song in mind to post here. Maybe I could start Friday Music again. Nope. Even my play list has left me without an inspiration. 

So instead of music, how about something to laugh about. I posted this photo on Facebook the other day. It was a pretty funny moment. I had looked out the window and noticed this...

... a praying mantis on our clothes line. It made me laugh. I said out loud, "You can't fool me, mantis, I know you're not a clothespin. Nice try though!" 

Or I could show you the beautiful full moon rise from Monday night as it come up over the mountains and trees.

I love watching the moonrise. It's always so beautiful. 

I sent the moon photo to my twin brother. We had a conversation about the planets we saw on this night. Those twinkly little planets. We laughed about how earth must look the same from Mars, from all the other planets. Just a little twinkle of light in a dark sky. Then of course we talked about our solar system, the Milky Way, the universe... and suddenly we grasped the delightful insignificance of earth. Oh yes, it was a funny revelation. 

Two Views From The Marsh

We did get out for a walk at the marsh the other day. These two views capture the beauty of the moment for us.

I hope you will click on them to see the full beauty of the moment. Top photo a lovely Great Egret and bottom photo I think are Godwits and their interesting, other-worldly, multi-dimensional reflections. 

I'm still working towards the goal of more than 67 posts this year. So here is Post #56. Wheeee! 

Views From Home

 Just a few scenes from home over the past few days.

The yellow rose bush has been stunning this year. I've been photographing it like crazy.  So, I thought it might be time to share a pic here.

Our first homegrown tomato of the season. When Roger sliced it, it looked like a heart to us. Then, I took another look and thought it also looked a bit like a red tomato barn owl. 

One morning the view looking east a little past sunrise. A bit of rays in the low fog in the trees.

Tuesday morning's smoky view at sunrise. We're always glad when there's no fog or clouds, even if it's an orange sky of haziness. 

I'm grateful for these views from home for post #55. Yes!

Finally We Could See The Sky

Readers of this blog know how much I love the sky. The ephemeral beauty of the changing light, clouds, ice crystals, colors and shapes of clouds... all of it. I love the sky. So after spending nearly three months under fog, clouds, and smoke, it lifted my heart sky high to see blue sky again. And not only that... a heart shaped cloud, and not one but two rainbows at sunset. I had forgotten how much I love to run outside with the camera. 

Do you see the heart-shaped cloud in the above photo? I didn't see it when I was photographing the sky, but when I downloaded the pic, I could see it. 

Then we had a tiny bit of a drizzle a little while before sunset last Wednesday evening. I peaked out the window facing east and saw a hint of a lovely rainbow. So of course I grabbed the camera, ran outside and photographed it. 

The next evening after an even tinier amount of a drizzle, I noticed our west facing yard lit up in a red hue. I ran out to the east facing front and saw this red bow in the red sunset sky. Roger and I loved this moment. It was such a beautiful sky that others around town photographed it as well and one photo made the front page of the local online newspaper. 

In these times it's just great to have beauty lift our hearts as high as the sky.

 

 

Six Degrees of Separation

We've often heard that expression, how we're all just six degrees of separation from each other, or something like that. I've been thinking about that lately in terms of the Covid pandemic. People have posted questions on Facebook and other places asking if we know of anyone who was diagnosed with the virus. A few weeks ago I actually commented somewhere that I didn't know anyone. Then I told my brother that, and he said, "Did you forget that our cousin's two sons were both infected? That their children were infected? That our very elderly aunt and uncle were infected?" Oh wow, yes I did in fact forget. This old brain ain't what it used to be. Then I remembered that my nephew's step-daughter had it and was hospitalized for a while. It was difficult. Yes, we know people who have been infected. But the other day the news of an infection took a very dire turn. My niece got married in March. Of course no one could really go to a wedding because of the virus, but her soon-to-be husband's grandmother set up a small wedding for them in her very lovely Southern California backyard. In another time, we might have driven down for such an event, but certainly not during covid. My niece is now pregnant. Her husband's grandmother was so excited about becoming a great-grandma for the first time. She was utterly elated. Oma (as they called her) was fully vaccinated and felt safe in these past few weeks. She and her husband socialized a bit, went out to dinner, etc Then they both got sick and were diagnosed with Covid. But then, she got much sicker, ended up in the hospital, then on oxygen, then on more oxygen, then only one day in ICU on a ventilator. And then she died. Today (Wednesday) is her funeral. So, now we know people who have been infected. People who have survived. People who did not survive. 

I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb

Sometimes I lay awake for hours at night and worry about this pandemic. On Labor Day we went and visited with Roger's daughter and the grandkids for the first time in more than a month. We gathered outside, maintained our distance. But then one of the grandkids was very excited about all the pears they had recently gathered and so brought us delicious pieces of pears to munch on while we talked. She touched the pear! I touched the pear! I  put it in my mouth and ate it. She had just gone back to school and started 4th grade last week. Yes, everyone is masked, but still how safe are the kids? So now I will worry for 14 days to see if I show any signs or symptoms. Seems like everyday I start a new 14-day countdown. This is a crazy way to live.  

How about you? Know anyone whose had Covid? Or died of it? Are you worried?