I am admittedly not the best driver, and constantly find myself getting lost. I found out today that it is indeed possible to get lost while being armed with both printed directions and a navigation system.
While intending to take Ickey on a relaxing evening hike at the Redwoods Regional Park, I somehow took a wrong turn somewhere and ended up on one of those dreaded stretches of winding road that go on and on without any opportunity to make a U-turn. I felt myself getting more anxious the farther I drove along this road that led to who knew where. Finally, I spot a small outlet on the side of the road that I pull into. It turns out that it is a parking space to a lesser known entrance to the Chabot Regional Park.
Ickey and I jump out of the car, and go off exploring. To our delight, we discover lovely wild flowers and abundant greenery shaded among a canopy of tall, tall trees. The place feels even more special because we have it all to ourselves. We can hear a small stream running along the path, and feel patches of sunshine through the thicket of trees. After a stressful week, it feels like a breath of paradise.
If we hadn’t gotten lost (noticed how I wrote “we” as if Ickey was driving too), we’d never have found this special place.
Sometimes it takes getting lost to uncover unexpected treasures.
Ten years ago, Beanpole and I packed all of our worldly possessions, which fitted comfortably in our Honda Civic, and drove to Las Vegas, Nevada. We had neither family nor jobs in Las Vegas. But we both dreamt of owning a home with a yard where we would raise a Golden Retriever who we were going to name P-.
We are back in the bay area and it’s time to start looking for a new place to live.
We both want to live in a safe neighborhood with a nice playground where our son can play on the swings. Check.
We also wanted to live in a place that had double tree-lined walking paths so we could walk Ickey and Michelle. The walkway also has to be wide enough so if Michelle have mobility issues in the future, we can use our wagon. Check.
After living in the desert for so long, we wanted to find a place with some water. It’s not a necessity but it’s a big plus.
Unfortunately, Beanpole and I both realized why we left ten years ago. Housing is super expensive. Thankfully, the last ten years have been pretty good to us. Hopefully we can afford something in this area.
We tend to celebrate youth and beauty, and fear wrinkles and old age.
I’ve noticed however, that as Michelle gets older, her lashes get longer and more lovely, her face gets whiter and softer, and her frailness makes her more endearing. Her beauty grows, not diminishes with time.
If she had laugh lines, they would measure how joyful this life has been.
If she had gray hairs, they would mark all the worries and obstacles she’s had in life and overcame.
If she had wrinkles, they would trace the journey of her life with each line telling a different story.
There is a definite beauty in getting older if only we viewed aging with wiser eyes.
Here is our lovely girl, going on 13, in all her loveliness and giving her Mona Lisa smile. =)
Every springtime, the plum tree in our front yard sprouts beautiful little pink and white flowers that last only a few days before the red leaves start coming in. The flowers remind me of the cherry blossom trees that are so famous in Japan. This year, we were able to catch a photo before they disappeared.
For those who have ever known the difficulty of taking doggie photos, you’ll be able to relate to this picture… of doggie butts!