Walking. So you’re telling me there’s a chance!

4:15 a.m. A rare, deep REM zone disturbed. It’s Wally, giving me kisses, his signal for Dad to take him out. I look up at him, smile, scratch him under his chin. Sigh. An 18.5 lb bundle of pure joy, at any and every hour.

I bring Wally out and back, skooch him under the covers. He nuzzles up to Mom, makes 2 tight loops to find that perfect spot, and he settles in. I slide out of the room, shutting the door gently behind me.

Weather app reads out 98% cloud cover with 70% chance of rain, with more of the same for the rest of the day.. The likelihood of getting any worthy shots this morning are low (very), with gravity pulling me back to bed, the covers, and Wally. Go back to bed. Go back to bed. Go back to bed.

The moment takes me back to the movie Dumb & Dumber when Lloyd (Jeff Daniels) asks Jim Carrey if he’s got any chance to end up with Lauren Holly, and Carrey says he’s got  a one-in-a-million shot. Lloyd (aka Dumber), excited, responds  with “So you’re telling me there’s a chance!”

There’s a chance.

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Miracle. All of It.

 


Notes:

  • Photo by Eric Van Peer. Dew drops on Dragonfly. Thank you Mimi for sharing. Amazing!
  • Post Title Inspired by Albert Einstein’s quote: “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle.”

 

Walking. On Fantasy Island & Back.

“So, have you had COVID?” asked Doc. “No.” And I felt obliged to explain as he stared me down: “Work from Home, hang near / at Home, Life in its totality within a 25-mile Protected radius around Home, a self-quarantining since the onset of COVID — has increased, if not assured this outcome.” His eye brows lift again, as I close with… “And I like it, all of it.”

So, with that preamble, you can understand the State of my State, stomach doing loops, as the mind and body prepare for an exit of the Protected Zone, the two former exits tied to Rachel’s wedding prep (Sept 2021), Rachel’s Wedding (Oct 2022) and then again this month (Sept 2023) in a decision made in 24 hours to Let’s Go!. Synchronicity?

A 3.5 hour car ride, a 1-hour ferry ride, Wally in tow, we arrive in Nantucket. Mr. Roarke: My dear guests! I Welcome you to Fantasy Island!

In my October 2021 post Walking. Great Point & Hallowed Ground, I reflect on my first trip to Nantucket, I close with a quote from Richard Powers: “I feel like I belong here… There we were. Nothing. Everything.” And as I re-read that post, and reflect on this trip, not much as changed.

Susan: “Think we could live here?”

DK: “I don’t know.”

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Daybreak. (Not @ Cove Island Park. Not like in a row)

More photos of Sconset Beach here. (And don’t ask me why the video doesn’t have sound. Yet another operator fail.)

More photos of Nantucket’s Serengeti here.

6 geese a laying, 4 swans-a-?

6 geese-a-laying, 4 swans-a-flying. And one was our little cygnet all grown up and soaring.

Had I not been standing there, I would have bet background was A.I. generated – no A.I. this morning. Nature’s Magic. Sept 3, 2023. 6:49 a.m. 66° F. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT.

More photos from this morning’s walk here including Sunrise & Wally on morning walk.