Culebra, for many, has a special blend of work and play. I think it comes from the outrageously beautiful surroundings, the fact that a lot of us work sort of inside/outside (having much in common with the best bars and restaurants, oddly enough). When your geography grabs you, just because you've turned a corner, how good to be able to stop a moment and enjoy it. And then, if things work out the best way, to become part of it, sand on the feet, baby wavelets washing that sand away, a breathtaking vista in your eyes and soul.
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| This is either a wonderful rock formation or a pile of petrified dinosaur poop. You decide. |
I'm not always sure just what I'm doing here, but when I open my eyes and see the water, when sleep fades and my ears can hear the birds (no, not just chickens), when the subtle change of season is making itself known by a cool breeze on my skin as the sun starts reaching into our day, I know I'm in the right place.
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| The painters were very busy yesterday. Another fine job. Thank you. |
I have this 'thing' going on with my elbow; an old injury that, with age (the elbow, not me), has decided to have a loud say in how I go about my daily life. Around here, it's known because you can't walk around with a cast on your arm, supported with a sling, without a fair amount of comment. Hell, you can't walk around with a pair of new shoes without a fair amount of comment.
With the winter season upon us, I've gotten a lot of questions about when I'll be baking bread again and have come up with a number of imaginative replies. But the real answer is, after making one test batch to see if I'd be able to scratch my nose with that hand after whipping up six batches of dough, I've realized that I probably can't. 'Probably' because I really don't like saying anything definitively. There are still some things to check out and maybe that will change, but for now, that is not going to happen. There will be hot sauce! There will be (and are) eggs! And something not unduly stressing my arm will pop into my head one of these days, I know that. There is another hat out there just waiting to fit my head. Time
will tell.
In the meantime, I can do a little here and a little there. And here is not bad at all. I'm still the luckiest woman in the world.
Have a tell yourself the truth Thursday. Do something terrifyingly, transparently trusting.
