Comfort

During my 3 months stay,

as much on the side of my ailing Dad's bed as I could bear,

I found great comfort in living only minutes on foot,

from this gorgeous, crystal clear lake

with an awesome 180 degree view

to glaciers in the far distance.

This picturesque home was situated along the lake and path,

easily reached by bike and near my favorite spot 

to bath among the swans and ducks.

Up hill, an organic farm offered delicious honey ice cream

and real strawberries picked only hours prior,

red, ripe and ready to relish.

 Pfaeffiker See, Zuerich, Switzerland, 2005

Impromptu Acquisition

I left home looking to replace my rain barrel and came home with a monstrous leather chair:

The kind I had been dreaming of, soft, comfortable and not torn. A perfect place to read. (What happened to the times I could read anywhere anytime, including on my way to school, under the covers in secret, in the bathroom in the bath tub, sitting, standing, lying down ... what happened?)

These days the light is not right, the reflections bothersome, my eyes are too tired and my body tosses and turns. If I could I would try reading in a head stand, it can't be worse then what I am doing so far.

But now I got this comfy huge throne in my tiny home. For a moment I feared I might not get it through the door, but with a little help we did it, and ever since I am rearranging my whole home to make things fit. There are always more then one way to do one thing, just as there are many roads that lead to Rom and certainly many rivers that find the ocean. Never mind that I liked it that one way, it's good to be flexible, it's good to invite change and sometimes it is excellent to buy on impulse.









New chair

new bike

new camera

I better get my butt moving,
then get stuck in comfort zone.