Random Significance

Haven't written a diary for a while. Not because of lack of words, the truth is quite opposite. I have been constantly "talking" with myself in these days.

This weekend was warm and sunny. The grass is now much greener. The trees have started blossom. The air is much warmer. The day is much longer and brighter. People look happier when they don't have to wear that many layers. 

There are some random things that may be worth writing and may be significant.

I love to look at the sky more and more. Morning sunshine. Birds. Tall trees. Clouds. Stars. The moon. Dark blue sky. Everyday there is something fascinating in the sky. 

The most unique house got demolished on the way to work. The construction is on going. Curious to see what kind of house they will build. Maybe by different owners.

Ordinary days can be a little bit extraordinary. Someone is creative enough to turn numbers to little cute drawings.  Each little drawing tells a little story, a little surprise and a little feeling.

He bought me a new bicycle. Two rides so far. One to downtown, the other to Kingston along the canal trail. Each was a lot of fun. I am totally crazy about it. 

The turtles in the canal are cute. Two little ones made me smile even in a low spirit last weekend. Four bigger ones enjoying their sunbathing on a tree branch made me smile again this weekend.

Walk and talk is one of my favorite things. It can be just myself, talking to myself. It can be with him or friends. It can be extended to Look-Talk-Eat-Laugh. It is almost guaranteed good time if everyone is attentive, curious and interesting. 

He is really into yard work. Made a plan and has been diligently executing it. The old 1969 jeans becomes his working stable. He looks cool in that completely washed dirty jeans. 

A touching article in the New York Times: The Trick of Life. "Seven years into writing a novel, I started to lose my mind," the author wrote. To make himself feel better—and quiet his mind—he did started praying for other people. For their health, peace of mind and financial security. 

Finished Sunset Park by Paul Auster. This is one of his best novels, in my humble opinion. Life is never easy. Inside ordinary human beings may have tragedies, dramas therefore sadness, escape and loneliness. 

"The heart is a lonely planet." Seemed to resonate more and more. 

Strangely enough, i was thinking of having breakfast in the bed one day during a painful procedure a few weeks ago. The idea of breakfast in the bed seemed to console me. 

A friend's divorce case is completed. A long process. More than a decade's marriage, like a chronic disease. The idea of divorce had occupied in the mind for years. Not an easy decision, but a right one. She deserves a happier life. Best wishes to my friend.

All right. Will stop here since my weekend laundry is done.