Saturday, February 14, 2015

February 14, 2015



My body was very sore this morning…I suppose it was from the fall and my walking up and down the hills of Placerville.  My calves don’t really appreciate it – especially since they haven’t been stretched out in some time.  Another gloriously lazy morning in bed, though I haven’t always been like this and I know it shan’t always remain.  My life is cyclical, so I don’t panic…I just wait until the next phase.  I got a wonderful response to an email I had written yesterday to Dr. Weber at my school.  I had thanked him for everything he had done, saying I tended to make people earn their paychecks, plus overtime (I have gone through 3 different sites for practicum).  He responded, “You’re worth it.”  I answered back that I was considering that my valentine for the day.  <so sweet and touching>

I had checked out Capps Crossing last night on the map, so that was my destiny today.  I started preparing things and the dogs got excited when I took the Camelback down – they know what that means.  When I grabbed the leashes, all hell broke loose with dog language, but Annie will change.  I have to remember to label it “talking” so I can work on teaching her when to talk <example later>.  I made myself a couple of carnitas burritos and we headed off.   

 


The weather is so warm here it already smells like summer.  Usually, in the spring, there is the fresh scent of newly forming leaves, of melted snow, of newness.  Now, it smells like mid-June.  Scary.  I did my usual walk – looking for an area I saw on my first walk here around 5 years ago, a huge waterfall that I’ve never been able to relocate.  The walk is a 45 degree angle down and it gets slippery at points because of the naturally decomposed granite,  plus tons of dried pine needles.  My calves felt fine now (they were warmed up) but boy, am I gonna get yelled at later.   I kept following the sound of rushing water and somehow found what I was looking for, but I was surprised at how little water there is.   I was concerned that Annie would pull a “let’s see how the water feels” <she’s a few short in the common sense area about some things> so we headed back up the 45 degree angle until I found a peaceful area with a seasonal creek where I ate a   The dogs were heeling so fabulously – Mabi always does, but I have been working with Annie and I am so proud of that little girl.  She did very well.
burrito and throwing sticks for Mabi.

I have always told myself that I’d get lost in a circle driveway, but I am going to stop doing that.  By saying things such as this (and “I’m not good at math”, or “I don’t understand ___”, etc.), I start to believe it.  The truth is, I have never been actually lost – though often times I have not known how to get out of wherever I was, but I’ve never “been lost.”  The time Ethan and I were helped by the sheriff’s deputies (in the exact same area, only it was at night), I had a feeling of which direction we needed to head in, but Ethan insisted we go “this direction” and I doubted myself, listening to him.  Today, I followed my intuition (I always take a different route on the return hike) and ended up pointed exactly in the direction of my car.  



Once we got home, I couldn’t find Annie, anywhere and assumed she had seen a cat and run after it.  I went outside and there she was, quietly sitting, her leash stuck under the tire.  This is why I need to teach her to “talk” in response when I call her name.  No idea how to do that, but I’ll find a way. I took a long semi-hot (ran out of hot water) bath and then took a lovely exhaustion nap.  The evening meant watching The Office episodes, which is perfect.  I am watching Pam and Jim fall in love, so it’s ideal.  My body is not speaking to me, so tomorrow calls for some yoga.  Stretching will be nice.  This is my 6th Valentine’s alone and it was very, very ok. 


 Pictures: Capps Crossing; My lunch burritos; This tree was amazing: no longer growing itself, filled with scars of fires and dying, yet still supporting life.  I had to feel it; And there she is, my little car, waiting for me, right where I felt she'd be. 

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