Both of us parents took Prima to her date (she got to go on an overnight with our family friends to a spa) and we had a lovely visit and coffee withe them, we don't see them too often, though the girls get together regularly. It was nice to be able to sit and visit for a little bit.
When we got home, TR prepared for his band event and I puttered around the house (really I tried on every outfit I own, cursed them all before I put on my same-old-thing-I-wear-everyday outfit) until it was time to go. We got there just in time and got to hear some of the other musicians play. The weather was beautiful, it had rained fairly heavily in the night and into the morning, but by the time the event was happening the sun came out, the air was full of moisture and the sky was full of cotton candy clouds. It was a beautiful day for an alfresco performance. We finished it off with a sushi dinner at a restaurant we have been dining at for 25 years, but only recently discovered as a fab sushi place. Too bad we live so far away from it, but maybe it's a good thing we're not closer...
On the way home the sky was spectacular, enough so that I actually pulled out my phone and took photos through the windshield, something I never do ( the taking photos part, not the through the windshield part, and TR was driving, just in case anyone was worried!). We chatted about the day and all it had shown us and were just crossing the bridge, when I noticed what I thought were swans at first but upon closer scrutiny, I realized they were white pelicans. All siting on the water, dipping in for their dinner. They were so beautiful, I can't believe how lucky I was to have seen them. When I am in the world and it shows me so many beautiful things, one after another, I realize I am fortunate to exist on this wondrous and fantastic planet.
With all this "free time" on my hands for the past few days, while I've been sick, I have been deeply pondering life, the universe, and everything as I am wont to do. I keep thinking I need a bigger house, that I am suffocating in this tiny and cluttered house. TR has been exploring solutions with me whenever I lament to him and has been very patient with what I am sure comes across as complaining about everything. I watched a documentary yesterday about people that live in teeny tiny houses, 85-150 square feet tiny. I spent some time thinking about possessions and the hold they have on us. About how shopping makes me feel productive, as if I have accomplished something because I have bustled around gathering needed things together and brought them all home. I know that I cannot keep time from slipping from today into tomorrow by holding material reminders close to me. The boxes of baby clothes I have in the basement don't keep my children's childhood from escaping me, time gathers it up and turns it into adolescence and then it will turn into adulthood and what came before will always be a part of them and a part of me no matter what baby shoes I have to remind me of those tiny kids I held and loved and cared for. I know it will take a great deal of self control to let those things go, but I feel that I am ready to let go of the burden of taking care of things that do not care about me.
TR and I started talking about what our future could hold and I am eager to look into that further and perhaps start planning an adventure of some kind. It seems that I have been so engrossed in motherhood, I haven't really thought about what would come when the kiddos are off to college and ready to start shaping their own lives. I may be getting a little ahead of myself, Primo isn't even out of middle school, but I never really have lived intentionally, I feel that I she always taken life as it unfolded in front of me, maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to try planning for once.
We also watched a documentary about the Higgs boson particle, which was really interesting and I wonder why there isn't a branch of philosophical physics. Not like in the movie "What The Bleep Do We Know" but something that combines the eternal why with the explanation of science. Maybe it is out there and I haven't encountered it yet. But it seems to me that some of the theories that theoretical physicists come up with are pretty far outside the realm of common thought, and that's what philosophy is. Maybe that's what Asimov was illustrating with psychohistory, though that seemed to be more along the lines of statistics combined with behavioral sciences.
Anyway that's more than I want to ponder on right now, it's really late and I haven't been this active in several days. Time for bed and a good night's sleep! Goodnight.
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| The view |
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| on the freeway |
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| as we drive home. |
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