Friday, April 10, 2009
Our beautiful spring weather was, sadly, ephemeral -- it has been replaced by overcast skies and the promise of wind and rain. But I'll be remembering the sunshine, holding a place for its return -- here's the beginning of sunrise a few days ago. I've started taking my morning cuppa down by the water, contemplating the day.Sitting out there the other day with the water so calm and seductive, I heard the kayak calling my name. I haven't paddled for two years now, first because I was nervous about my back after having it go into spasm and then because I had a rotator cuff injury that took forever to heal. I didn't want to go out on my own the first time back, so I waited for the weekend and Pater's return. This morning, the promised showers not having materialized and some sun managing to break through the cloud, I convinced Pater to give up his morning lie-in (he can always nap later when it inevitably does start raining), and we circled 'round the island (about an hour's very leisurely paddle) It felt wonderful to be out on the water again, and I'm not detecting any unduly sore joints or muscles, so I think I'm safe to extend the trip next time -- we love to paddle into town on a weekend morning for a few groceries, the papers, then stop in for a coffee before paddling back. As I say, I was very determined to capture as much sunshine as possible last week. Here I've caught it being worshipped by some obvious fans -- if imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, look how sincere these species tulips are in their flattery of sunshine:
I'm trying to remember something Imogen said last week about purple and yellow together -- here's a convincing garden example -- the daphne mezereum, a generally homely stick-ish shrub, has several weeks of glory right now with its intensely fragrant compact blooms.
A flash of motion out the window caught my attention the other morning, 6:30-ish, and I looked to see dark shapes arcing over the water. Three porpoises moved steadily southward, tracing the route that Pater and I followed this morning in our kayaks. Over the years here I've seen mink, otters (three were playing in the bay a few mornings ago), seals, sea lions, and even orcas, either in, or just off, our little bay, but I've never seen porpoises before -- I tried to think which neighbour I could call to alert, but the arcs were moving out of sight too quickly, and waking someone at 6:30 to tell someone they could have seen porpoises if only they'd been awake earlier -- not so neighbourly. I contented myself with calling Pater in our Vanc'r apartment, where I knew he'd already be getting ready to leave for work. He was gracious enough to be excited on my behalf.
Had the prep work done for my crown yesterday -- ninety minutes of getting bashed around since the tooth in question bumps against an upper wisdom tooth (of course, of the 90 minutes, only 15-20 were especially vigorous. I'm exaggerating about the rest which were pre-freezing, waiting for freezing to take, doing molds and waiting for those to set, etc., etc.). I'm so grateful for a dentist I really trust (and like, as well). I'm popping ibuprofen today but relieved we seem to have got that tooth taken care of without any root canal.