Archive for June, 2010

Because I found a few on the beach.

I grew up near Lake Ontario.  When you grow up near big water like the ocean or a Great Lake (ie, water you can’t see across), it gets in your blood.  Well, it did mine, anyway.  I’m the most relaxed near the ocean.  I love the smell of the water, the sound of waves crashing on the shore, the feel of the sand as it disappears from under your feet when a wave comes.  I love watching dogs romp on the beach.  You’d be hard pressed to find a creature having more fun than a dog romping on the beach.

So, I went to the beach for a couple of days.  I figured if I’m going to live in a coastal state, I should spend a little time exploring its coast.  This morning, before I left for home, I took a long walk on the beach.  I noticed some things, which got me thinking about Life.

First, I noticed that the waves that make the most fuss – crashing the loudest and and throwing up lots of foam  – very rarely get my feet wet when I’m walking along the water line.  It’s the ones that sneak in on little cat feet that make the most progress up the beach and swirl around my ankles.  Sometimes a big one will, too, but more often than not, a quiet one is involved in pushing the big one’s water further than it would have gone on its own.  It reminded me of the difference between the people who peak early in life (like the high school football player who looks back on his glory days in his middle age) and the ones that move steadily and quietly through life, making a big difference all along the way.   I’d like to think I’m like the quiet wave, not making a big fuss about things, sometimes helping the big ones, but trying to move steadily forward.

Next, I noticed the horseshoe crabs that wash up on the beach.  They get stuck in the sand, which is not where they’d really like to be.  They don’t seem to panic about it (although, really, who am I to know what goes on in the mind of a horseshoe crab?), they just wait.  They know that one of two things will happen – either a wave will come along and wash them back into the water or it won’t.  Since there are way more horseshoe crabs in the water than on the beach, the odds seem good that they’ll get back in the water and there really isn’t a whole lot they can do in the meantime to control the waves.  So, they hang in there.  Accepting what they can’t control.

The last thing I noticed was that the closer you are to the water, the firmer the sand.  It’s not as comfortable to sit in and relax, but it makes moving forward very easy.  The dry, soft, squishy sand is much more comfortable to sit in and is very cozy, but it’s a hard slog to make progress through it.   There are times in life when the comfy sand is the right place to be, but if you want to move forward, get close to the action.  Walk on the edge.

So, there you have my philosophical waxing of the day.  Move quietly, steadily forward, accept what you can’t control and stay close to the action.


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Uppy downy

Life is full of ups and downs.  Reinventions are packed solid with them!

Selling a house I really like is definitely a down.  The whole process is a pain, from getting it ready to sell to racing around cleaning for a showing and then vacating the house for however long it takes to show.  There are ups, though,  like when someone likes your house enough to make an offer on it!  Yes, I got an offer in the first week on the market.  After some back and forth, we came to an agreement.  Then the inspections came (yes, this is a down coming).  The inspector found some minimal evidence of termite activity.  No big deal, right?  You treat it and everyone’s happy.  Well, not these buyers.  They bolted (big down).  I suspect they were having cold feet about buying more house than they had any business buying and used it as a excuse to get out of the deal.  So, I’m back on the market.

On the other hand, having the time to do volunteer work is a huge up.  I’m having the time of my life working at the wildlife rehab clinics!   It’s the best job I’ve ever had and it costs me money to do it.   I learn something every time I’m there and I’m dusting off a lot of really rusty vet tech skills.  I love working with the babies.  Baby raccoons really are the cutest, most curious and comical critters I’ve ever seen.   I wish I could make a living working with them, but they really don’t pay well.  I mean, the pay is literally poop.

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