Hung out with Dave tonight, celebrating our two-month anniversary of marriage with pizza, beer, and bookstore. I talked too much I thought, battered him with words. When I mention this, he thinks I'm silly. He likes what I talk about, he assures me.
I feel desperate for his companionship, maybe that's why I berage him...as we inch closer to home, I want to talk about everything. Sometimes I think he works too hard, which makes it hard to reach him. And I don't mean by telephone.
Either way, he tells me he's happy. So we have to adjust, make time for each other in other ways--more meaningful ways---besides the after-work and before-bed nighttime rituals. After much discussion, we decide we both like biking and Disneyland. We commit to buying bikes and a road trip north to Mickey in the fall. I am heartened by our date and our future date plans.
Earlier today I went for a long walk for my daily exercise commitment, camera in tow. I am enamored by the California landscape, the trees and flowers of my neighborhood. The color green makes me happy; it's a noticeably absent tone in the desert. I remember that I'm grateful to be here.
Walked to the Rancho Penasquitos Canyon Preserve near my house, proud of my decision. Eager for the silent trails. Arrive and am greeted by two large signs: 1) Watch for rattlesnakes and 2) Mountain lions are abundant, followed by numbered instructions as to what to do in the case of a sighting. Deflated, I (very) quickly turned back towards home. Here's a sampling of some of my walk pics...
watercolors...
funny birds...
pretty much sums up how I feel right now...
1 comment:
Good job on not smoking!
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