Rain, no snow.

I spent a lovely day yesterday having my eyes checked, blood drawn, eating with and running into several wonderful friends at different points in the day, finding the right bus on the first try, having a new mix on my iPod- life’s good.
I feel relaxed.
Finally.
It must have been leaving in 16-below snowy weather and arriving in the (comparatively) lush paradise of Seattle- rain included. I don’t mind. It’s amazing what a bit of green can do to lift my spirits. That and some people who pamper me a little….

Today, some running around with Julia The Jeweler, my landlady and witty repartee partner, and tonight dinner with people I love and haven’t seen in years. Oh, and maybe a nap.

Lovely.

Remember Lili von Shtupp?

Hey folks. Lots of stuff going on with finding an office for AIDS Outreach in Bozeman, seeing more clients all the time, doing the support groups and taking care of the house- laundry(not mine), the bills (also not mine) and an 85 year-old man. I’m off to Seattle on Thursday for a week- so if you’re there and want to say hello let me know.

I’m tired. Being a 24/7 caregiver is hard, even when the cared for is deeply loved. It’s taxing, and I’m not good at sleeping, interrupted. So, I’ll be taking a little break, being good to myself and leaving all pressure behind, well, as much as possible with 4  medical appointments, lots of people to see and an H&M Sale going on…. Any other tips for relaxation in Seatown, let me know.

Forgive the slow posts, but I’ll check in if I think of something fabulous…

Happy New Year!

Greg

Eyes- A Poem for the New Year

Not rotted or frozen, but alive,

sleepily living despite the layer of snow.

Something there,

green,

hidden,

and eyes are blind to it- deny it even,

and live the desperation, hating that there is no green,

refusing to look at the evidence under the snow.

The sages know.

They know white contains green in its spectrum,

and theirs are the faces that smile in the cold

with the pleasant secret of knowing that there is no secret-

only eyes that choose to see wonder,

that love to look for green,

especially in a cold, white world.

~D Gregory Smith