Some luck lies in not getting what you thought you wanted but getting what you have, which once you have it you may be smart enough to see is what you would have wanted had you known.
~ Garrison Keillor
Today’s Capture Your 365 prompt is Lucky, and the email suggested things such as horseshoes and four-leaf clovers and whatever might be lucky for you. M and I keep all our superstitions on the barn.
Winter has returned to the Bogs. The clouds parted, the sun came out, and everything is frozen or on its way to being frozen. The water around the edge of the pond thawed during our brief warm-up and it is now refreezing and making crackling sounds as the water underneath gets pushed about by the wind bearing down on the ice.
It’s incredibly windy. The temperature was hovering around 28 degrees when I went out for my daily walk with winter. The sky is an amazing shade of blue.
With the sun lighting up the world, everything looked so beautiful that I took far too many photos. A slideshow, methinks, will be the best way to go today. Please join me on my walk around the pond.
#1. To take better care of myself.
Like a lot of folks, I did some overindulging over the holidays. I have decided, beginning today, to take Garrison Keillor‘s advice. In an essay about turning 50 he suggested that those of us who indulge should take a vacation from alcohol. (You can read a few of the quotes, including the one on alcohol, here.) While I do enjoy a nice glass of wine, a hoppy pint of beer, or a good bourbon (not all at once, mind you) every now and then, my body seems to prefer alcohol-free days and nights. I sleep better, for one thing, and a good night’s sleep always brings clarity to my life. Between the yoga, the meditation, and the daily outdoor experiences, I get enough mind-altering without the need for alcohol. Besides, I just feel better overall when I don’t indulge in alcohol.
There are other steps I plan to take, but this is a good one to start with for now. Over the past few days I’ve read several articles about goal-setting and resolutions. What I would like to do this year is continue habit-building, something a friend originally suggested (and started doing for herself) a few years ago.
Bearyweather recently wrote about procrastination in a post titled Deal With It, You Will Feel Better. She included a lot of great quotes, thought-provoking ideas and suggestions, and some good links for further information. Head on over and have a read. It might help you with your own goals and resolutions.
Speaking of which…
Have you made made any resolutions for 2011? I’d love to hear what you have in mind for the new year.
If you’re finding the sign difficult to read, click on the photo for the larger view.
The Beaver Meadows Visitor Center in Rocky Mountain National Park was designed by Taliesin Associated Architects, a group of apprentices and senior associates who worked with Frank Lloyd Wright. The building was completed in 1967, several years after Wright’s death, and it was the last of the major projects completed under the National Park Service’s project Mission 66. Mission 66, in a nutshell, was a 10-year program to expand park visitor services.
We were there around noon on our first day in Rocky Mountain National Park. The lighting was dreadful for taking pictures. This was about the only one that didn’t come out terribly overexposed.
NPS Ranger Jeff Christensen was killed in a fall in August of 2005 while on patrol in the Mummy Range of the Rocky Mountains. After he failed to radio in and show up for his next shift, a search was started. With over 200 people looking for him, the search lasted for a week. His body was finally found by a hiker on August 6, 2005. This memorial honoring him is outside of the Beaver Meadows Visitor Center.
If you’d like more information about the Free Speech Zone sign I started the post with, you can read a Wikipedia article about it here.
In other news…
M and I are home from our adventures in Colorado. The flight home was bumpy at the start (it was breezy in Denver) and bumpy at the end (it was raining in Canton/Akron). The height issues I mentioned in my previous post also include a fear of flying so a bumpy flight is not a good thing for me. I am considering never flying again but that consideration will probably only last a few days. Even if it lasts longer, I’ll buck up for the next flight because it is the quickest way to travel long distances, and because the logical and rational part of me knows that it is also one of the safest modes of transportation even if the phobic and panic-attack prone part of me disagrees.
I expected to find a jungle when we returned home. However, there hasn’t been much rain here during the month of August (only an eighth of an inch). The weeds, of course, don’t care one way or another about rain and thrived as usual.
I’m not sure what kind of weed that is. It reminds me of a squash or melon vine. It does have a pretty yellow flower hidden inside the green leaves. I’ll have to take a closer look when I go out to see what’s up in the garden.
Speaking of the garden, we had our first ears of sweet corn from our garden last night with our dinner. It was fresh and sweet and divine. I’m not sure I agree with Garrison Keillor who said:
I love sweet corn. It truly is better than sex! I’m not lying! All across the Midwest tonight, a husband and wife will finish what husbands and wives do, and the wife will ask the husband: ‘How was that?’ And, if the man is honest, he’ll say ‘Well, it wasn’t sweet corn, but it was nice.’ It’s a fact! Sweet corn is better than sex! … fresh sweet corn! … Store bought sweet corn, yes, sex is definitely better than that!
But he isn’t too far off the mark.