Last week we visited McNary Wildlife Refuge on the Columbia River. We got to steal a moment, in photo, from a cyclist headed across the causeway that splits the marshy waters of the refuge. The Snow Geese flew up in a flurry around him. I haven't seen an estimate of the numbers of snow geese resting on their way north. I do know that there are thousands there and at The Pot Holes Reservoir further north. I'm ready to spend more time 'birding.'
On New Years Eve I heard the local fireworks that cracked and thumped in our neighborhood, and continued into the early hours of 2021. It's not that I denied anyone their celebration; I just prefer to sleep when I can and wake up in a New Year feeling fine. No Auld Lang Syne and no crack, snapple, pop.. I always sigh jealousy at the husband's breathing while his C-pap machine whirs quietly. In addition to being able to fall asleep almost immediately, he has the blessing of maintaining a refreshing slumber. Undisturbed. So, that's kind of where we were once more just two weeks into the New Year. I told him to sleep and I would maintain my watch, waiting for updates from our son in law on the life of our middle daughter. Rest had been unattainable for the last 30 hours and I insisted that my husband go to bed because one of us needed to have some semblance of sanity and control. It certainly wasn't going to be me. Our son-in-law had been frantic and sleepless and w
You can contemplate. It changes nothing. That was my thought on my walk yesterday when I decided to cross the bridge to the other side. Because of the many months of work on the fish ladder the other path had not been a good option. Yes, it took us to the same goal, but the detour was tiresome. I don't even know if that is a good analogy to 2020. Is there even such a thing? The detours of this year may not even get us to the desired goal. And what the heck is the goal anyway? I've so hunkered down into hermitville that I even had to make up that word to describe it. My husband and I have so far avoided the menace of the pandemic. But other family members, who work in positions that welcome exposure, have not. I told my daughter via cell phone this morning that my worrying would not worry her and my grandchildren well . And, I cannot worry it away from our door either if it presents itself. So I'm breathing and distracting. ( Not an easy task for a woman
I needed a notary. Getting a notarized signature meant a trip to my bank. I can count on one hand how many times I've been there in the past 10 years. Fact. Which means I wasn't surprised that the young man truly needed to see my ID. He was so young I wondered if he was even born the last time I was there. Well, silliness aside, I was super embarrassed when he informed me that my Drivers License had expired. (Later sifted through a pile of mail that my husband had daily stacked and I daily ignored while it lay next to my computer. The renewal notice was down there several months deep. ) Fortunately our state allows drivers to restore their rights on-line, plus a hefty monetary fine for being a tardy numbskull. You don't ever have to go in for a new photo! One doesn't need to fill in any information. But... you can update. Which I didn't do. So I just left the ugly pounds discrepancy on my weight. I told myself it was essentially a lie of omission. T
My Husband accompanied me on the creek walk two days ago. He stopped and shouted to me, "Hon, grab your camera!" Although my eyes didn't find it, there was a fish swimming dangerously close to the heron that was motionless on the berm. BAM! The heron jumped into the water and caught the fish before I could even focus. But, I did capture some lovely shots that followed. Well, lovely for the heron. Not so much for the fish.
Construction and completion of a new fish ladder has discouraged my walks on the creek this summer and fall. So I was surprised when my car turned in that direction yesterday when I thought I was headed to the other walking path nearby. The parking lot was nearly empty and there was a sign that said closed. However, the park ranger who happened to be standing on the sidewalk called out that it was indeed open. I happily crossed the bridge. This time of year gives me some apprehension for walking alone. Several years ago this season was when I encountered the beautiful Bobcat that pretty much seemed indifferent to my presence. This is the time of year when cougar sightings are common as well. Quite a few years past I saw a bear after hearing it rushing away through the underbrush. Only a few years ago I came across a person rising from his sleeping bag partially hidden in the bushes. I had the advantage of already being in boots and full stride so was out of sight in seconds.