Announcement
Sandra wishes to advise that she is A.W.O.L., victim of a completely ungodly work schedule that has rendered her exhausted and mopey. She will return as soon as possible.
Meanwhile, do talk amongst yourselves.
Sunday, July 05, 2009
Friday, July 03, 2009
Happy Fourth of July!
It's strangely quiet in the Land of Blog. I suspect that a lot of folks are off somewhere, cooking hot dogs, steaming corn, competing in three-legged races, and waiting for the fireworks to start. Good for you, and Happy Fourth.
I will mark the day by posting what is, to me, the quintessential American music. I hope you enjoy it.
Friday Photo Shootout - Celebration of Life
Links to many Friday Shootout blogs are here.
This week, there has been a lot to celebrate. Here on Vancouver Island, the weather has been fabulous, and I've been able to have daily walks at least an hour in length. I've come to love these walks.
I can hardly wait to get moving, and I am always aware of how fortunate I am to be able to do that - able to walk, and also able to feel enthusiastic about it.
Earlier in the week, we drove to Roberts Memorial Park, south of town, and we walked down to the water.
The ferns along the path were lush, and the forest seemed to quiver with life.
When we reached the water, a dozen or so other people were there, along with half a dozen dogs. I took this picture of two dogs
who were obviously celebrating their lives, enjoying every second.
Yesterday, the sun was shining again, and we decided to drive half an hour north, to Parksville, which has a lovely beach. The beach was full of kids digging in the sand, there were kites flying, and people were swimming. We hadn't had the sense to bring our bathing suits, so we didn't go in, but we enjoyed watching the folks who did - and I got to sit in the sun and read my book - the best treat.
Today, I will be taking part in another Celebration of Life. This is one I would rather not be attending. In the old days, we would have called it a memorial service or, before that, a funeral. We will be celebrating the life of a man whom I didn't know at all well - only to say hello and exchange pleasantries now and then. He was just my age, and he died last week. This makes me all the more aware of how precious life is, and how brief.
I can't leave you on that note, so here is a song to draw this post to a close:
Links to many Friday Shootout blogs are here.
This week, there has been a lot to celebrate. Here on Vancouver Island, the weather has been fabulous, and I've been able to have daily walks at least an hour in length. I've come to love these walks.
I can hardly wait to get moving, and I am always aware of how fortunate I am to be able to do that - able to walk, and also able to feel enthusiastic about it.Earlier in the week, we drove to Roberts Memorial Park, south of town, and we walked down to the water.
The ferns along the path were lush, and the forest seemed to quiver with life.
When we reached the water, a dozen or so other people were there, along with half a dozen dogs. I took this picture of two dogs
who were obviously celebrating their lives, enjoying every second.
Yesterday, the sun was shining again, and we decided to drive half an hour north, to Parksville, which has a lovely beach. The beach was full of kids digging in the sand, there were kites flying, and people were swimming. We hadn't had the sense to bring our bathing suits, so we didn't go in, but we enjoyed watching the folks who did - and I got to sit in the sun and read my book - the best treat.
Today, I will be taking part in another Celebration of Life. This is one I would rather not be attending. In the old days, we would have called it a memorial service or, before that, a funeral. We will be celebrating the life of a man whom I didn't know at all well - only to say hello and exchange pleasantries now and then. He was just my age, and he died last week. This makes me all the more aware of how precious life is, and how brief.
I can't leave you on that note, so here is a song to draw this post to a close:
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