“Everything you can imagine is real.”

Last night it rained, not a furious rain falling in sheets but a steady drop by drop rain. I had my bedroom window opened, and I fell asleep to the sound of the drops. This morning when I woke up, the day was cloudy and damp. Since then the sun has taken over the sky and brightened the day. It’s a pretty morning.

The window view from here in the den is one of my favorites. The branches of the tall oak tree fill the window, and I get to watch the tree change every season. The leaves now are young and a bright green. Hanging off a couple of the branches are bird feeders, and I get to watch the birds zoom in and out or stay for a while at the suet feeder. The winter view through that window is bleak. I can see only bare branches and dead leaves fluttering in the wind. When the first buds appear, it’s time for a celebration as I know the tree will soon be full and beautiful. It’s almost there now.

Sometimes I ponder my life and every time I do, I realize how lucky I have been. First of all I had great parents though I didn’t always appreciate them, especially when I got sent to my room or yelled at or had a slipper thrown at me by my mother who had absolutely no aim. She never once got any of us. We always ducked if it came close. I got to wander my town and go to the zoo or the swamp or play in the woods. I had a bike which took me even as far as East Boston to see my grandparents which scared the bejesus out of my mother as we had to travel on Route 1A, a busy highway which didn’t always have sidewalks. That bike was one of my childhood joys. My parents took us to museums which developed in us all a love of museums. They let us dream our dreams. I went to college and had no debt when I graduated because my father thought it was is responsibility to pay for school. My parents once told me they never thought any of their kids would go to college as no one in our whole family had ever gone. They were thrilled one of us did and so was I as I had chosen well. I loved Merrimack. The Peace Corps was the defining moment in my life which gave me a love of teaching, two years living in Africa of all places and friends for life. 

I have traveled many places in the world and have filled my memory drawers with those adventures, those vistas, the bumpy roads and crowded busses, the tastes of unknown foods and the joy of seeing all those pictures from my geography books come to life. Every year I went somewhere foreign, somewhere to satisfy my wanderlust. I got to retire early and since then have been to Africa three times: once to Morocco and twice to Ghana. My retirement has been so much fun: greeting the sun on the first of spring, sloth days, game nights with my friends, sitting on the deck doing absolutely nothing, movie nights and on and on and on.

Every now and then, like today, I give thanks for the life I have been privileged to lead. I don’t ever want to forget that. 

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4 Comments on ““Everything you can imagine is real.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    Children riding bikes on a highway is never popular amongst parents 🙂 I know since I used to do that when biking to my best friends summer house 🙂 🙂 🙂

    I love to visit new places but not the travekking part to get there 🙂 Well sometimes I’ve liked it like when I went by train to my brother when he lived in Paris.It’s amazing how a rude french conductor can unite people from all overb the world 🙂 🙂 🙂 I didn’t have a boring sekond on that trip 🙂

    I wish we had something like the Peace Corps here, I think I would have taken the chance to do something like that, especially in that age when I really wanted to go as far from my family as I possibly could 🙂 We are not the family loving kind 🙂 🙂 🙂

    Mostly raining here today but it’s nice and warm. I sowed lots of seeds yesterday so this rain comes perfect 🙂

    Have a great day!
    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      Parents do worry! I know my mother almost died when my grandfather called and said we were there.

      I’d love it if I could travel most places by train. I love trains, and I’m sorry the US has so view which go long distance.

      I missed my family terribly at first but the longer I was there the more involved I was and the less I missed not being home.

      Wonderful day today, an almost perfect day!

  2. Birgit Says:

    To the thanks-theme I may add: Thanks for your blog!
    I just returned from a wonderful concert. The Paul-Simpsons-Project, a duo previously unknown to me, played in small pub in a neighboring town and the singer is really great:
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=83516BcWIEA
    Last Friday I saw two acappella quartets and I’m glad to live in a place where I can attend many concerts. I should say thanks for all the great music in my life.

    • katry Says:

      Birgit,
      You are most welcome!!

      I haven’t heard of this duo either, and I totally agree about her voice. I do miss not being close to concerts though in the summer most are available. I guess there is a trade off when you live away from the city.


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