Getting a little perspective...

You peel to the left...

You peel to the right,

You peel down the middle and take a bite!

Going bananas, go go bananas...!

Egyptian pharaohs fell from the sky, fell from the sky and played the blues... I've got sand in my shoes...

No not really... but I did go to Harpers Ferry for the day on Saturday with good folk, which is always a cure for the blues. Well, not the blues so much... but getting out, getting my heart and lungs pumping, hiking up up up. Being able to look down over an expanse always somehow contributes to perspective. Perhaps figuratively or maybe just literally. But either way it is satisfying to have a sense of working hard and getting somewhere, and that is good.

Oh, and PS- last time I was there I was IN that water- for a little added perspective...

Kwaheri ya kuonana...

Transitions are such miserable times of unsettledness, but they are also ripe with anticipation and possibility. 

So, dear Katie... peace to you as you transition back into the land of known and unknowns, peace and JOY as you take each step faithfully forward in this great life you are claiming and living to the fullest. You are missed here in Baltimore, but our paths will cross again soon, I know. So, in good Kenyan fashion (and with a cup of proper Kenyan tea in hand!) I'll say, good-by till we see each other again...

Chreez...

Oh Heavenly Day

O Heavenly day 

All the clouds blew away

Got no trouble

With anyone

The smile on your face

I live only to see

It's enough for me baby

It's enough for me

Oh heavenly day

Heavenly day

Tomorrow may rain with sorrow

Here's a little time we can borrow

Forget all our troubles in these moments so few

Oh we can right now the only thing that all that we really have to do

Is have ourselves a heavenly day

Lay here and watch the trees sway

Oh can't see no other way

No way

Heavenly day

No one on my shoulder

Bringing me fears

Got no clouds up above me

Brining me tears

Got nothing to tell you

I got nothing much to say

Only I'm glad to be here with you 

On this heavenly heavenly heavenly heavenly day

Oh all the troubles gone away

For a while anyway

Heavenly day

O heavenly day

Patty Griffin

What could be more heavenly than a high of 65 today... a squeaky clean house, and an afternoon spent with a very dear friend (above is HER self portrait, the toes do not belong to me) on the porch soaking in every possible inch of glorious warm sunshine? Not much I tell you. Not much for a mid-February Sunday. 

wrapping up Pittsburgh to get on to Obama!

Day Three:

• Omelets 
• Snow
• Traffic 
• Sitting for an hour and a half on the highway wondering if it was an accident or Inauguration traffic
• Truckers
• More Traffic
• More snow
• A 40 car pile up on the OTHER side of the highway...
• Sliding through intersections on sheets of ice in baltimore 
• Inauguration, ho!

Mmmm.... delicious omelets that would sustain us through a rather long day...
Stopped dead still on the highway for an hour and a half. 
Katie, I DOUBLE DOG DARE YOU to go ask the trucker what's going on... :)

might as well get out and have some fun. Stretch. 
I'M GOING TO MISS THE INAUGURATION!!!
Good thing we didn't get stuck for too much longer. All we had with us was half a box of cheddar bunnies and one dove chocolate I found in my pocket from the goofy lady at Phipps. Turns out there was a message in it directly from God to me. Katie was being a good sport... I was not. 
The hold up on our side turned out to be a tractor trailer cab that caught fire and burned to the ground about a mile in front of us... The OTHER side of the highway had it way worse... a 40-car-pile up due to a crazy freak snow storm... The lights behind the accident stretched for miles...
And after a bit of a long day of sitting in traffic and snow with a cold thickening in my head, I got back on the road an hour after getting home, and drove down to Rita and Juans. It was 9/10ish at night. The roads were full. Not stopped, or going slow (80 mph, my usual)... but it seemed it was already starting... the rising energy, the converging of people as everyone was en-their-own-devised-rout to the capitol. I felt like I was a part of this great big thing that was about to happen. Was it just me- bono rocking through my speakers, or was there a shared excitement pulsing through the lot of us on our way to wherever we were all headed that night...?