Seemingly Ordinary in Everyday Ramblings

We are in a blustery changeable very dramatic weather period but on Saturday morning while waiting for S and Frieda down by the river we had a moment where the sun broke through the clouds and I took this blurry shot with my phone.

Mostly it is dark and wet and still on the cold side bit not freezing cold, though the wind feels like it sometimes.

When I was walking home from my walk I went by the courthouse and there were all these people out in cowboy hats with American flags. It turned out that they were supporters of the protesters that took over our public wildlife refuge and left a bunch of trash and human waste that needed to be gone through and cleaned up. The individuals that were arrested are still in jail here.

There were a few hardy souls across the street demonstrating for the right for public lands to stay public. I almost went and joined them.

The groups were shouting at each other across the street. Are the supporters of the occupiers more American do you think?

Later in the afternoon on a more frivolous note I walked back downtown to go to the cat cuddle at the art museum in honor of the painting “My Wife’s Lovers “

You can see it here.

The painting is huge and kind of weirdly wonderful. The cat cuddle was a bit of a disappointment as they only had two very tolerant older orange tabbies. I had missed the cat comedy hour prior. The museum itself was hopping. Wow.

I cruised through the other exhibits and will go back when it is not quite so crowded. Ah, the privileges of membership.

Also on the schedule this weekend was a classical concert at the Presbyterian Church I used to work at but I ended up passing on that because I desperately want to finish reading this book on Africa and the refugee camps before it is due back midweek.

It is helping me understand in a fresh and much more nuanced way what it happening and what has happened in Somalia. The Kenyans don’t come off looking all that great here I must say. And yeah, the Americans, that would be us, are bombing in Somalia again today.

If I have to stay up late to finish it I will. If I turn it back in to the library without finishing it, I won’t, as the subject matter is difficult. It is outrageous to me that people are living like this in the world, that rape and bribery and random violence are so prevalent in a place where people are not allowed to actually settle and work and don’t even have the basics for survival.

And of course I had to watch the series finale of Downton Abbey. I was sad to see it go for an odd reason. During Season II I had gone up to Seattle on the train to either get or deliver Miss E., I am not sure which, but I sat at this little café table in a park downtown with a spectacular waterfall and talked to my older sister and Miss E. about Downton and the amazing actresses in it. And the clothes.

And now my sister is gone, Miss E. is a very active and engaged teenager and I barely hear from or about her anymore and… Things change. These seemingly ordinary days that appear so normal can and do become so precious in retrospect.

A moment in time, a sunlit corridor full of light and shadow under a sky chock full of blossom.

Last updated March 07, 2016