Glacial Erratics

It's been one year since I moved to Seattle from Bloomington. In that time I've started a new job; entered one new home and then another; been to England to visit my son; danced a confusing dance with my health; climbed some, but missed climbing more than I wanted; lost my favorite kitty but gained a new buddy; travelled to Palo Alto, Toronto, Florida, Portland, Vancouver, Victoria, Lake Cumberland, and back to the old haunts in the midwest; taken many pictures of Mt. Rainier and far less of people; eaten a lot of good sushi, and a lot less wheat, dairy and sugar; lost and gained; shrunk and grown.    (PUU)

The geography near here suits me better. There are ups and down and horizons. Tall mountains, deep lakes and many pine trees. In some ways these things are obscured by the--to me--bustling metropolis of Seattle, but all that bustling brings its benefits. I have pleasantly adapted to the concept of neighborhood where most of my food, entertainment, parks and comfort are within reach of my feet. The car can take me to mountains and ocean, snow and salt and have me home for dinner.    (PUV)

The year has been one of change: some of my assumptions have been destroyed, leaving behind a bit of a void. On a bad day that's a void of doubt and confusion, on a good day an opportunity to be filled. Questions exist but there's been one constant: I came to Seattle for love, and that love remains.    (PUW)