A graduation of age yesterday. An advancement. A birthday. As I waited for my friend to return from placing our lunch order, and I looked out over the water, I had such a sense of peace and oneness with this world, a feeling I don’t remember having before. I felt I was all part of this; I was in it and it was in me. Completely enveloped. Maybe it was because it has been so long that I have been in a pandemic cocoon, shut away from the world, that this surged into my soul that has been so parched. And now the butterfly pushes out, transformed. Or maybe, I thought, this is how 74 feels.
Life has been renewed for reading and writing and editing photos. I decided there could be no better use for my stimulus check cash than to buy a new iPad Air. I had initially considered a new laptop, but the iPad seemed to have more advantages. In possession just one week now, and I’m ecstatic. I’ve unfortunately been hampered more and more from a worsening glaucoma in my left eye that has further been impacted by a cataract. A laser procedure for the glaucoma has proved not too useful; cataract surgery is coming up in April. In the meantime, the iPad is large enough to make reading and seeing photos much easier.
The shells pictured above, from a local beach, were slipped in to my jacket pocket last evening by the significant other, as we sat and marveled at the sunset sky. A gift better than jewels.
Photo below taken with the iPad.
The Sunday Traveler, as most of us, are sticking close to home. As luck would have it I live in a pretty sweet little corner of the world; Northern California, within day trips to Napa, Wine Country. Today,Saturday, not Sunday, we broke out of our little sanctuary to spend a few hours in the glorious sunshine of this winter day driving around the Napa area. The wild mustard is in full glory, splashed across fields and vineyards.
It is a day like this every now and again that gives hope to the soul.
I’ve just purchased a new iPad and hope that this will help me get back on the blogging road again.
It’s been a mystery to me. This not being able to post, even though I’ve tried different methods to make it easier for myself and less a frozen and paralyzed block in my brain. Thinking I should just sit down and do it, and then not doing it. But, and isn’t there always a but, my computer is not currently in the home where I reside most days now (that would be with the new significant other). And, try as I might, I cannot get posts to go through from my iPhone, which is just another mystery. Life seems to be full of them of late. I feel guilty for not posting, and rather than just disappearing from all of you, I thought I would dash off a quick post now as I’ve made a quick visit back to where my computer is, and let you know that this stagnant Sunday Traveler is well, and hopes all of you all are too. I can only say that this will be more my style for awhile. Quick surprise posts until I can do more. Stay safe.
Cruising through my days. This photo may be cheating, not showing you some place of travel interest, but I saw this photo as I cruised (there’s that word again) through my photo files. A hint of sadness and frustration filters into my brain this morning as I posted a photo on Instagram
Quite disparate images, but monkey brain is what I do best these days. And I seem to be obsessed with Paris over on my Instagram account. I was there in 2017 for one week in early December. An unforgettable week to be sure. I had been in Paris for one month as a college student one summer a long time ago, supposedly to learn French, but ended up hanging out with a group from Spain. Ah, well, and so it goes.
Travel will come again one day. And in the meantime, we have our memories and our photos.
Have a safe and happy New Year.
In the gardens of the Rodin Museum, Paris in 2017. A week of running amok on the streets and in the museums of Paris. If one is going to run amok, that is the place to do it in. And now, I run amok in my photo files, dreaming of those wonderful times.
I had wandered outside the museum of Rodin into the back gardens to explore the sculptures I could see from indoors. Sculptures are scattered about, and then I stumbled upon these, pictured above, encased behind glass; gazing at them, I got lost in the reflection of the barren winter trees behind me. the gray sky. Art by nature upon art by man.
NB: I have been having some difficulty with the newish WordPress blog post parameters, and did my best last week to publish, but it would not “take”. So here I hope to get this through. I hope you all have a safe Christmas.
The wanderlust bug is biting bad. An itch that needs scratching. The urge to go. Anywhere. I’m sure I’m not the only one feeling this. As California clamps down again, the travel bug bites harder; it’s merciless. But I do get the necessity to stay home, to isolate to protect myself and others. And since there is no place to run away to these days, I’ll pick up the Sunday Traveler once more, going back to some of the places that brought me so much joy. Possibly re-living trips from the past will bring some satisfaction. I’ll keep the surprise factor going and jump from place to place rather than post an ongoing series of one place. I’m hoping that will help me to commit to being here a bit more consistently, but no promises.
The little prop plane I took from Oahu to the island of Molokai was a first on this type of plane for me, and only added to the fantastic trip this was back in 2016.
A day at the beach yesterday was the place to be. Windy and cold as any good beach day is in Northern California. A few people strolling about. I stepped out of the car and felt that wonderful wind, taking in a deep gulp of cold air into my lungs, and letting out an exhale that I must have been holding in for some time. Years, maybe. And I watched these two boys walk down to the edge of the water, one throwing up his arms; I think directing the waves to dance in exaltation.
If you are in the US of A, or are an expat in another country, it may be a necessity to get thee to bar…no, wait! Covid! No bar. Go to a grocery or liquor store and stock up on the alcohol of your choice. Lots of it. We are going to need it to get through the night and next few days/weeks. Stay well lubricated so that we can ease into whatever the fates bring our way with this election. I will not get all political here, not my thing to share much of my leanings on the social networks; and anyway, there is and has been enough of that for what seems an eternity already. I will share that I do lean towards Margaritas, Palomas, Chardonnay, Cabernet, Proseco. Depending how bad things get, I may go in for a gin and tonic or two, and if it’s really too much, a double scotch…neat.
Salud, my friends. Stay safe.