Historic Event (Effort)
OK, let’s do this together. Anyone reading this that knows me, knows I have the technological skills of a Neanderthal. It took me seven years to suck up the courage to buy a cell phone. Give me another seven years and I may turn it on. So for me to put “video” in anything other than the garbage can is reason to believe a certain geographical location known for its summery conditions has indeed frozen over. But I am going to try and add video to this blog. If Kate can do it, so can I! (Maybe)
I have had the great fortune to sit and relax in some of the most gorgeous places on the North American Continent. I have sat on the banks of the Yellowstone and watched big horn sheep dance near Lydia’s Rock. I have sat beneath the redwoods in California, sipped Guinness while watching Mt. McKinley and reclined in Adirondack darkness watching a meteoroid shower. But I can’t always spend a zillion dollars to relax. So we set out to build our own “spot”.
Our first attempt at a waterfall was a learning experience. I say that because the result looked about as real as Boscov’s basement fountains. And it did not involve a stream, or a real pond. So back to the drawing boards.
We designed together, we dug together and we cemented together, but when it came time to move the heavy stones into place, I got a recliner, a beer and watched Kay struggle with them. I expected to be called at any moment to lend a hand, but she wrestled everyone of the suckers into exactly the spot she wanted them. So the overall aesthetics are completely her doing. So far that has not diminished my ability to sit here with early morning coffee or late afternoon wine and relax. Now I could lie and say I meditate here. That does happen sometimes in the morning, but afternoons are strictly for blessed blankness. The complete cessation of thought, action or anything but this moment.
If all went well, here is the video, or maybe up there is the video or over there Look it if I get this in here I’m not worrying about where.