Balls and Walnuts
more than you ever wanted to know
Interlude
One of those weeks.
I’d wanted to blog last night, but I had to go in to see someone who didn’t want to see me, and . . . well, doctor-patient confidentiality must be respected.
I don’t think it’s unrelated that I dreamed last night of throwing it all in. “Let’s sell everything and move down to Mexico,” I told Karen in the dream, and amazingly, she went for it.
Next thing I knew, we were packing up for the move. We must have gotten rid of a lot of our junk, since we managed to fit everything into one of the smaller U-haul trucks. I felt exhausted that we were moving AGAIN, but I also felt exhilarated. I’m a wandering Jew at heart, and I’d been in one place far too long. We were moving on.
Then a wasp flew into my ear and I had that awful plugged sensation layered with batshit-crazy hindbrain terror whenever it buzzed its wings, and the dream became a nightmare, just like any other nightmare. And then I woke up.
Well, at least the sea is still as pretty as ever.
D.
Wow, that is gorgeous. It’s pretty here in the valley today, too, but not in the same way. When out with the dog first thing this morning I was wishing I had the time to drive over for a quickie beach trip today, but I don’t, so I’ll just have to look at your picture and sigh.
Thanks for your nice comments. I’m having nightmares about candles melting all over my tablecloth. No freud, please.
You’re a great writer AND you like Nine Inch Nails. Nuff said.
Yeah. I couldn’t believe how much I missed the coast until we lived in Texas for 2 years. One weekend, we drove two hours to get to a lake, a place where some of the docs owned vacation cabins (so it had to be nice, right?) We were that hungry for a big body of water. What did we get? A big, muddy pond.
I miss my friends from Texas, but not much else.
Thanks, blue gal. Right back atcha.
I miss the sea, too. We’ve only got muddy ponds here, though there’s one somewhat hidden little lake in the Harz that’s pretty in its own way.
But I want the big waves and the wind.
The big waves, the wind, the expanse, the flying rats (seagulls), the salt air, the tide pools, sand between your toes. I couldn’t live anywhere else — not happily.
so, you changed the name?
balls and walnuts showed up on my blogroll. i ignored it thinking it was something else, but then tonight i realized that i hadn’t seen shatter in a while…
can you at least warn me?
i have 87 blogs that i read.
you are at the top of my list and get preferential reading when i’m short on time, but i can’t give you that if you change your name and leave now forwarding address.
anyway, beautiful photo.
makes me miss CA all the more… sigh.
The ocean is one of those things that becomes part of your internal mental landscape and never leaves. I haven’t lived near the ocean since 1972, but it, like mountains, is always somewhere in the back of my mind. I live near Lake Ontario now, and it’s a decent substitute for the ocean, though it lacks the tang of salt. I went to the East Coast in 1990, it was the first time I’d been back to the seaside in almost 20 years, and it hit my like a kick (nicely, though) in the stomach.
If I could only find a place with ocean, mountain, limestone bedrock, granite outcroppings, temperate rainforest, autumn maples and loads of rolling cornfields, I’d be perfectly happy.
word verification: cwakc – interesting for a doctor’s blog…
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If I could only find a place with ocean, mountain, limestone bedrock, granite outcroppings, temperate rainforest, autumn maples and loads of rolling cornfields, I’d be perfectly happy.
we have the ocean, granite, temperate rainforest, and loads of rolling lily fields. Our mountains are visible in the distance — nearby, they’re not much better than tall hills. We have the redwoods, though. That has to count for something ;o)