We had a mild winter in Utah, and it seems the season is changing. It was quite cold at times, but very little snow. I noticed a fly a few days ago, and I have to take off my thermal baselayers around 10am. It’s been t-shirt weather lately, and I have enough outdoor jobs to make sure I get to experience the sun and warmth.
I was cleaning up my yard, and the neighbor came over and introduced herself. I asked her how long she’d lived in the area, and she replied “fine, thanks….I don’t have my hearing aide in, so I probably answered that wrong”. Se asked my name, and I said “David”. She said “I have a son named David, he turned 70 yesterday”. Because she was like a thousand years old.
Spring is not my favorite season, but Primavera is one of my favorite movements of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons, and I like pasta primavera.
Still, I am ready for progression. I seem to have been clad in inertia for more than a year, and I want to shake it off like a wolf shedding its winter’s coat.
Lindsay and I did yoga together the other day for the first time in years. It was great- a short session (with the kids screaming the entire time), but the sunlight poured in as we worked through our poses. It was a special moment.
There are uglier moments, to be sure, but I’m specifically choosing to not focus on them.
I’ve been studying for a test the past few months, during which time I haven’t read. I have books waiting for me. I just bought myself one of my favorite poetry books- Pablo Neruda’s Residencia en la tierre. I’ve never owned it, but I’ve borrowed it at least 10 times from libraries since I fell in love with it when I was 16. It will be a special treat.
I have some adventures coming up, which, for most of you, will be a surprise. I’m going to be getting WAY out of my comfort zone, “bucket list” types of things, and I am looking forward to chronicling them here.
A huge part of culture is storytelling, and it’s difficult to make a compelling story out of “I did the same crap forever and I hated it and then I just died”. I’ve had an interesting life, and had accomplished many goals by the time I was 18.
Still, I want better stories.