Monday, January 18, 2010
The stroke was a bad one and it appears that it's going to take his brain a long time to rewire itself. He is physically strong and gets through his exercises without problems while I on the other hand can't keep up. It turns out that he had been concerned about my finding him so when I walked into his room he cried and said, "I knew you'd find me." If I could I'd visit more often but the trip involves leaving mom and Stacy in Redondo Beach with my youngest daughter and her family; their house is a three hour drive. Flying from LAX to SFO, renting a car, crossing the Golden Gate Bridge to Marin County, checking into a hotel . . . well, it's not a simple thing.
I can't believe that I didn't take one single photo, but then I was concentrating on getting myself everywhere I needed to go; being both navigator and driver isn't easy. When I got back home I saw my yard and view from my bedroom window with new eyes. Marin county is beautiful but there is something to be said for taking photos that no one else in the world will have in their collection. I know, poor me. Every time I look out my bedroom window I see mountains.
The cactus is in a pot where I think that it will stay for as long as it lives. I'm not replanting it into the yard which was the original plan. I've had a copper bowl for decades that I used to plant succulents in until I realized how beautiful the patina is. The rain brought out a rich array of color this morning; glad I was there to photograph it.
It takes an earthquake to remind us that we walk on the crust of an unfinished planet.