Flo

There are days I’d rather be somewhere else than where I am.  Don’t get me wrong – I’m fully aware I’ve chosen to be here and could choose to be elsewhere, just as well.  Today it’s a sense of overwhelmedness that hit me and makes me want to escape.

Where would I rather be?  Kailua sounds rather nice right this moment.  It’s 4:30 there, a good time to jump in the green kayak and paddle out to Flat Island where the kayak is banked on a little sandbar and most of this tiny island is a sanctuary for Shearwater birds. http://www.pbase.com/afrogie/image/84317480  As you walk around the island (at a slow pace it takes 15 minutes), you might notice eggs laying on the ground cover and shrubbery or see birds dive bombing and disappearing into holes in the rocks.  Depending on the tide, you may be able to dig in the little sand pit or watch the waves crash into the natural arch – a small arch, quite excellent for those younger that 5 or adults who want to sit and watch.  Through the arch, when the waves receed you could glimpse a surfer or longboarder, enjoying the waves created off this small islan,. while the sun feels warm on your back.

Yes, sometimes I go there in my mind.

The sun sneaks around this morning, rays landing on only a section of the tree leaves and of lawn as it comes through the clouds.  It disappears and it looks like we got lots of rain last night.

The rain smells like it cleans the earth – waters the flowers and the vegetable garden, that is giving an overabundance of vegetables at the moment.  In my mind, I see myself walking the neighborhood this weekend, trying to pawn off, blatantly hand out the vegetables to strangers so they don’t go to waste.  I could set up a card table and cardboard sign at the end of the driveway, like an old fashioned lemonade stand.  I’m a sucker for lemonade stands – giving my money away for a watered-down version of something that tastes faintly of lemon and sugar, mostly of just water.  I support the concepts of children earning and managing money; of having something to drink when I walked the gardens of Fort Collins earlier this summer.  It’s a throw-back to the 60s and 70s and reminds me of old Kool-aid commercials.  I was the kid who mailed in kool-aid packages for my free backpack and canteen!