My-O-My! Be Still My Heart

How does one contain this pounding heart?  One beat for joy; the next for terror.

A new MacPro graces my lap.

Who knew the transition would be so easy yet disorienting?  Simple, but different.  Phenomenal while completely perplexing?

Somehow I manage to do the dishes…when I remember to eat…but I’m immediately drawn back to the seductive challenge of this alluring model of perfection.  Its screen changes illumination according to the light in the room.  Soft lights beneath the keys draw me to its quiet, slim and lightweight presence.

I sit humbly before its genius determined to be totally cool, unperplexed and contained.  Then I put my fingers on the touch pad.  Like a parade of the New York Philharmonic,  movement, light shows, themes, sounds and numerous other unbidden events dance before my eyes.  I am the conductor.  A quick change to the numbers of fingers and the magic continues.  Tap, slide, squeeze, pull apart…all create effects I may never be able to repeat again.

If I were asked to name the most important THING in my life, I’d have a tough time deciding.  It’s a toss up:  car, camera, or computer.  However, tell me that I have to give THE THING away and it’s clear: my computer would present the most frantic separation anxiety.

Yesterday, in a moment of sanity, I headed out the door for a good hike with my friend.  She had reminded me that our village would be teeming with people paying respect to our war veterans so I had no time to bemoan a farewell to this magical beast.  Camera in hand, I jumped in my car, stole past firetrucks and followed temporary road signs.  I met my friend and we dashed to the peace of our Pacific rainforest.  We stood amongst trees and paid our respects as we watched overhead and listened to the drone of old Harvards doing a fly-by.  Thank you to all who serve and have served.  My friend and I tried and failed to fathom the horrors you’ve met and tucked away for Remembrance Day.

(Positioning theses photos will take a little study, but here’s a glimpse of our glorious walk.)

This was at the middle of our hike. I’ll catch on to putting these things in order

This is the home of someone living on a tiny island in one of our harbours. The second boat is almost as big as their wee house.

The Search and Rescue boat heading out to check something.

Another viewpoint and angle of the home on the tiny island.

A reminder that the rains of today are partnering the warning of this golden trail. W-I-N-T-E-R cometh!

Somewhere over there, amongst that luscious growth, sits my turf from which I can just peek at this area.

This was the beginning of one trail.  We saw several deer, but not while we were on the trails.  They were busily crossing roads into more solid bush.  We remembered that it is rut season and those docile bucks could be grouchy.  We now have two cougars somewhere on the island.  If they saw us, they ignored us.

My friend doing a weather report.