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January 31, 2011

winter visitors, incandescent gas, & sing out strong
posted by soe 2:54 am

No, it’s not Thursday. But I’m just not feeling up to a post that requires paragraphs. Instead you get three beautiful things from my trip to Annapolis today where I went seeking a large body of water:

1. The Chesapeake Bay is one of the winter homes to tundra swans. At the waterfront playground where I eventually ended up, a bevy (yes, that’s really the right word) of them were swimming nearby, mingling with mallards and gulls. Their trumpeting was impressive, but not as much as the crackling sound their wings made as they took off from the water.

2. It was clear today for the first time in ages, giving me a perfect view of the sun, a glowing neon red orb in the ice blue sky, setting over the horizon.

3. My car is now 17 years old and is feeling its age a bit, but its original, factory-installed stereo still works well enough that when I turned the volume up to sing along at the top of my lungs with John Mellencamp’s “Jack and Diane” I could drown myself out. The radio didn’t conk out the entire trip, letting me get through both of my favorite sing-along playlists and partway through the cd Dad made me last year.

What was beautiful in your weekend?

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Returning to Martha’s house on Sunday to find that the paint we picked out (picked super-fast, by the way; walked right up to the paints in Home Depot and it was the first chip we pulled. Looked at others to be sure, but kept the first one) had dried and looked beautiful. It’s a blue that makes you feel like you are on top of the world with nothing but sky all around you.

We weren’t there to see her kids’ reaction to their new room with its new bright blue paint job, but she texted us to let us know that they LOVE it.

Comment by Grey Kitten 01.31.11 @ 12:46 pm

This morning as I pulled up to a stop sign, just as two cars pulled up on either side of the cross street, and as I was about to pull forward, my ipod shuffled to Diana Ross and she sang: “STOP! …in the name of love…”

Comment by Grey Kitten 02.01.11 @ 1:56 pm

@GK: It sounds like a lovely room and it must have justified all the hard work to hear the kids love it.

Also, I love when songs match your real life totally by accident. (Particularly when they’re good songs. I’m sure I’d feel much less enthusiastic if sucky songs started randomly matching my life.)

Comment by soe 02.17.11 @ 11:47 pm