Today when I headed out for our regular morning walk something distracted me and I forgot my house keys.
We had a lovely morning walk, it is unseasonably warm and clear, in spite of the weather predictions calling for rain. The mountains were out, I think that may be a Seattle phrase. They are often hidden by clouds.
The pups and I walk about two and a quarter miles, generally the same route with two moderate hills and, on days like today, nice views of the Olympic mountains. We don’t make very good time, the pups and I sniff stuff. We humans sniff in funny ways. I mostly “sniff” by taking pictures.
On arriving home I couldn’t find my keys. My husband was out on a bike ride. We have a neighbor with an extra set but there were no signs of life at his house. So I pulled a few weeds and did a little yard clean up.
Then we re-walked our morning route backwards. No keys… But the views were still nice.
I got up my courage and rang the neighbor’s doorbell. No one was home. Did a little more in the yard, but the sun had moved around and it was starting to cool down. I sat on our porch in the one chair that still has a cushion and wrapped myself up in the warm clothes I had peeled off during the middle of the day and tried to “study” Chinese by closing my eyes and remembering the lessons. Boy am I out of practice with that! I used to be okay at it, and it served me well when taking tests.
Eventually my husband rolled up on his bike, the dogs went crazy. As if it hadn’t been a splendid day for them: it was sunny and 65 degrees F (18 or so Celsius). They got two longish walks and laid in the sun. They had plenty of water and got lots of love and weren’t ever left alone.
I reflected on my day (actually only about 5 hours) of being “homeless”, but kept coming back to the things I had:
We had the sheltered porch with a cushioned Adirondack chair. I had running water (hose spigot) and geoduck shells (Pronounced: “goo-ey duck”, geoducks are super sized clams) I could use as a drinking vessel. I didn’t get into the emergency supplies out in the shed, but they are there. Worst case the dogs and I could stay pretty warm in the shed if the weather had been less temperate. I also had the confidence that Richard would be home before dark, and the neighbors would eventually come home.
It made me think about people who really don’t have a home. Even though I couldn’t get in I had a place to be…What would I have done without it?
This post started out as a response to the prompt Study. I’m not sure where it ended up, but I ended up grateful.
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Not sure how I missed this post before but I loved it. Some of what you said reminded me of an old Brian Bowers song, The View from Home. He wrote it having moved from far away to Seattle, but still traveling to play music. Having truly claimed Seattle as his home he wanted to discourage all the transplants from coming and filling up our state so he says,
Out on the road,we tell all the turkeys
Yes it’s always raining and the sun never shines
But ll the natives know when the Mountain lifts her skirt
The view from home will flat out melt your mind.
Thanks for sharing.
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