There it is: my big purchase in the big city – new reading glasses (drugstore type).  You will notice the fashionable black frames. I think they make me look like an academic or intellectual. Or possibly both.  The glasses on the left are about 20 years old and being held together with duck tape. I felt no guilt about replacing them.

A note of pride. The magnification hasn’t changed. I believe that means I am youthifying.

At any rate, I left home shortly after 7 am and drove in really nice conditions. Totally uneventful. That is, until I got just past Hope where the traffic became quite awful and added an hour to the drive – 10 instead of 9  but I took a zen-like attitude and it helped.

So – Vancouver. What can I say? Magnolias and cherry trees are in full beautiful bloom. Tulips are flowering in drifts as are the daffodils. Everything is madly, gorgeously green and, yes, a gentle rain began to fall as soon as I got on to the Grandview Highway.

I brought my stuff in and walked to Stongs for my favourite chickpea salad and tabouli for dinner. It’s going to be a very early night.

Random thoughts on the road today: I was torn between the feeling of driving “home” and driving away from “home” – realizing that Simon really is home for me. And then there is the conundrum of not feeling at home where I live now. Perhaps home is two things? A place – yes  perhaps also a person?

This requires further thought. And I had more thoughts. As I came back from Stongs, I looked at all the beautiful flowers around me and all the lush green and thought how gentle and civilized the spring was and how wild and fierce the landscape is at home. Each different. Each calling to me.

And this was what I wrote about days ago. Feeling homeless. Not in the sense of being a poor homeless person, but feeling like a vagabond without roots.

This is not a bad thing.  This is all good food for thought. It is at times like this that we have an opportunity to learn and grow.

Hoping I am learning.  And growing.

Certainly feeling an enormous amount of love for my dear man.

Oh – and the puppies. Must not forget the girls.




About goodyniosi

Writer, avid(!!!) hiker - living life to the fullest. Love, life, bliss - getting high on getting high (in the alpine that is)
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