My goodness, I am still showing you pictures from last weekend. The last of May’s crop of photos. Please enjoy a stroll through Marquette’s Lower Harbor, as we did last Saturday. Can you feel the gentle breeze blowing off the lake? Can you hear the seagulls calling? Good. Now don’t get too close to the edge of that pier. I don’t want you to fall in the lake. Too early to swim in Lake Superior, as you will surely discover if you keep taking pictures too close—
No. I did not fall in. But you know how it is when you’re dangling your camera down a swim ladder or attempting to get just the right shot. You could lose your footing. One must stay alert.
Barry still gets a chuckle at my burgeoning love of photography after seventeen months. He’s still shaking his head trying to figure out if it’s his wife who keeps running all over the park with her little Sony CyberShot absolutely fascinated to snap reflections in the water. He’s thrilled that his visually-indifferent wife is enthused about this new hobby.
OK, enough gabbing about last weekend. Let’s fast-forward into the now. If you still want to remain at the Marquette Lower Harbor, just ignore the remainder of the words and look at the photos. The rest of you: let’s get present to what’s happening now.
What’s happening now: I have been (mostly!) off the computer for a couple of days. Aren’t you proud? Maybe just a check-in to email in the morning and another check in the evening. Less than fifteen minutes per stint.
The rest of the time–outdoors in the greenery amidst the squawking birds and jungle-like clamor. Indoors meditating and reading and such.
This morning: One full hour of yoga with my talented teacher, Ms. Shanel. She’s the greatest! I told her so today. “You are the greatest yoga teacher in the world for me.” I can’t say about any one else–as I’m taking a private lesson–but she has been inspiration itself.
We did the Pigeon again today. Stretch, stretch, stretch! But don’t stretch too far. Shanel advises me to pay attention to my body. If it hurts–and if it’s not a “good” hurt–stop. Stop right now. The Body Knows.
After yoga, my friend Denise and I met for lunch at the Nite Owl. We haven’t seen each other for months. She ordered spinach salad and I ate the usual two scrambled eggs and homemade whole wheat toast.
Then we walked for a long distance. All the way to Whirl-i-Gig Road. Round trip of four, five, six miles? Who knows? I was so tired upon arrival home that I fell into an exhausted nap and could barely talk to said husband when he arrived.
“Exhausted,” I mumbled. “Muscles ache…”
But got up anyway and drank a cup of black tea while we caught up on our day.
In other news (unless I already told you this): the garden is now 100% planted. The lawn is mowed and weed-wacked. A crazy robin returned to knock on our upper window the other morning–click here to see last year’s sordid post The Danger of Philandering Husbands .
However, when this robin began pecking on the window steadily–starting at 5 a.m. and continuing on for hours–I ran outside and shouted (at the top of my lungs, poor neighbors who live through the woods) “STOP! In the name of the law!!”
And guess what, dear reader? You’ll never believe it. The crazed pecking robin actually got scared and LEFT. No more pecking. Gone. Remember that fool-proof method next time a robin starts pecking on your window. 🙂
P.S. And the oddest thing happened in the grocery store! A fellow who works there said he has a crazed robin knocking on EVERY window of his house. He said he googled for suggestions…and came upon my blog from last year. Not that my blog could help him out…