Make visible what, without you, might perhaps have never been seen.
- Robert Bresson, Notes on the Cinematographer
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In my (blogging) absence, I've been
up and around.
Doing the summer things that I/we normally do (and then some).
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All the while battling oldandslow computeritis, which is my excuse for not having cleaned up and loaded pictures to Flickr in quite a long time (sigh).
I know that I said not to expect that we'd go off on any big adventure. We sure weren't expecting to, but as it turns out, we did get away for some camping and scrambling. After talking about it for years, we finally visited Joshua Tree National Park. Since the park is easily the closest to us (2 hours), you'd think we'd have gone eons ago. The best J had been able to describe it is that there are 'piles of rocks that you can climb'. I don't know what exactly I was imagining, but by 'climbing', I was expecting, you know, technical climbing. There was this place, he says, called Jumble Rocks, and even that, in my very visual imagination, did not sound all so impressive. It might as well be MishMash Rocks, jagged rocks strewn randomly here and there. Never mind that I never did research on the internet to get a better description. Silly me.
Still, we had a few days off at the same time, so we figured, what the heck.
Hey! There are Joshua Tree forests! Hence the name of the park! (y'think?) After seeing so many scrawny joshua trees all across the U.S. Southwest, how amazing is it to see them, all so healthy; trees in fields all the way to the mountains? Joshua Tree forests! Don't they look happy?!
We got into the park and got our map and guide. I searched the map for the campground we were headed to and discovered that the name is JUMBO Rocks, not Jumble.
Oooooooh. JUMBO.
That's where we want to be, J says. Yes, I can see why. The rock formations are much more orderly than 'jumbled'. And there's lots of scrambling to be done. And look at how round they all are!
We later overheard that that weekend was the busiest for the park, but we managed to secure a campsite. We survived the crazy strong gusts that threatened to blown down our canopy and buffeted our tent all the first night, survived the hot days (90F), and cold high-desert mornings (down to about 34F). We were there for the full moon. We'd hoped to hear coyotes, but as it turned out, not even the neighbors were howling at the moon. We drove through 29 Palms, Morongo and Yucca Valleys and scrambled across lots and lots of rock formations.
Lots of fun. What an important reminder to always get an accurate understanding of a destination you've been avoiding. Or to take better care to enunciate. Or to do your own research.
Sometimes you really should just go.
Can't see the slide show? Click here to see it over at Flickr.
It's hard to imagine it's been two years since we lost Norm.
The evidence of the passage of time is plain enough though; the card from his memorial lies under layers of 5K training plans, postcards and daily quotes.
I've found that, much like what you experience when running, and
we've all found, through just living and putting one foot in front of
the other, that the tears and the sweat are all still salty, all still
stinging and fresh.
But our hearts beat stronger and even more true.
I'm going to take a break from posting.
I don't have secret plans that I'm working on (I know how you think), exotic travels (you would have reason to think that, okay, yes), not even an intent for my non-blogging break, or anything like that.
It's not even a break, really.
It's not that I don't want to write.
I just don't want you to be holding your breath, waiting and waiting.
The end of our spring term is the middle of April. I'll check back in towards the end of April.
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Remember the plants I got from one of my students? The money tree which met such a terrible end? (I'll give you some time to click back to the links and get in a good guffaw).
Did I really only mention just the money tree? I guess so. I mean, heck, it was quite the story, huh? Well, I received two other plants at the same time, and they're still doing well.
Knock on wood.
One of the plants had long arching leaves and I picked it because it seemed like it would fit in well with other plants. David said it was an orchid, that was blooming when they bought it, but it hadn't blossomed since. We've watered it and weeded, fussed over it, wondering if it was happy, and if it was, in fact, an orchid. The plant sent up buds for blooms in December (or maybe November). The flower buds survived the windstorm that hit but stayed tight for such a long time that I'd worried that maybe the flowers wrapped inside had died and just wouldn't show.
When we got home from Hawaii, we discovered, just in time for the new year, these pretty blooms just starting to open:
• Celebrate what you want to see more of. –Tom Peters
• My advice to you is not to inquire why or whither, but just enjoy your ice cream while it’s on your plate. – Thornton Wilder ...
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