This land is my land

Yesterday I went to the Arboretum, which I cant help but call the Arborarium (if there is such a word, I dont know ). It was a huge park right on the water that went under a few highway roads. Some were not in use anymore so you can walk on these ramps of highway out over the water. The park is huge and the walking path takes you through alittle forest, under the main road to this marshy wetland area where there are old docks that extend out onto the water, with small lookout towers and trails that go onto small islands. I sat and watched a few sailboats go by, a kayaker, and a big sweet dog pull every stick out of the water that he could find. The water is so clear you can see right to the bottom, which is probably only 3ft. but its blocked by high stacked rocks all the way around this grassy area, kind of St. Simons Island style. The moutains were standing in the background to the east and to the west and the sun was setting just as I sat on the park bench. It was really a perfect picturesque moment. Luckily I did have my camera, however the computer is the problem. It worked 2 days ago, but not yesterday. Its a tricky battle. I had a weird moment as I was approaching this particular area that looked across the water to the university stadium and a draw bridge. It reminded me of myself in photograph when I was really little. I dont remember anything about this day except for the seeing the photo, but I have on a plaid black and white matching outfit and mom and I are feeding ducks by a pond I think. The arboretum reminded me of the place in the photo.

I learned to play 3 chords on guitar. I am decently good at switching between them. Nick has this idea that everyone in the house needs to play music together. And call it the "house band" when we have house shows. I figure, why not, I can pick things up pretty easily, and I have taken some music lessons before. So he gave me my first lesson and I promised him when he got home from work I would have written a little song for him. And I did! Just a little jingle, no words, nothing fancy, just me and my 3 chords. Playing music is the only thing they do when friends come over so I need to get with the program, the music program. I have also been playing the ukulele, which is easier on my small hands. Nick promised to learn Georgia On My Mind for me, and then teach me.

The weather has still been beautiful. I have yet to experience real Seattle rain. When I walk down the street from my house on a clear day I have noticed you can see the moutains in the distance. Visibility is clear enough to see the marbled snow capped peaks. The past 2 days that I have walked down the street, I have been in awe of the fact that I am here. I can see the mountains from my street, I can take a 15 minute bus to the water and watch the sunset. I can go to a white sand beach, or a volcano in under and hour. I can go to the rainforest or Canada in 3 hours. I am dealing with this extreme feeling of openness and vastness, like my heart and mind instantly expanded with one full breath of fresh northwest air. The only thing that would make life more perfect would be if everyone I love would fall in love with this land that I have and move close to me. Better get on it peoples!