Coming Soon... to a theater near you

Sometimes something happens that is just surreal. Only something you might see in a movie. Not something that really happens. I had two of those yesterday. They really happened.

The first such event is not a happy one. While coming out of the shower, I slipped and fell flat on my back on the tile floor. In the movies this never looks like it hurts as much as it actually does. I'm still hoping I'm not concussed.

The other was even more surreal. I came out of a meeting downtown with a bunch of papers in my hand, including some important phone numbers. As I walked out the door, a gust of wind came and ripped the phone numbers out of my hand and carried them to the top of a 30 foot tree, where the paper settled in amongst the branches. I stared in amazement at this actually happening, all the while hoping another wind might come and knock it free. Another gust came and blew it off the branches, only to be blown back onto them a couple feet below. I was joined by the two people at the bus stop, all of us hoping and waiting for it to fall. And then another gust came, and it came out of the tree, and began floating down again. Then landed on the window ledge of the building I had just come out of. After one of the onlookers made a suggestion to go up to the second floor and open the window (I don't think it actually opened), I decided it wasn't worth it, and I could get the numbers a different way. At that moment, another wind came up, picked up the paper and floated it down into my outstretched arms, free of ledges and trees.

So, while I am still waiting for that magnificent surreal moment that belongs at the end of a romantic comedy, I do have some minor happenings in my days to keep me entertained and loving life.

Sometimes...

... you have days like this:

Sometimes they last for weeks. Such is my life.

I have a strong desire to quit my job and do this...

I'm sure it will not happen, at least not for a while. This is my first attempt at actual cake decorating, and I love it! But for now, I must submit to only doing it on the side.

Fish Under Our Feet

This holiday break has been a whirlwind trip for me. I began in Salt Lake, went to Boise for Christmas, flew to California for New Years, and then up to Seattle for my cute niece's baby blessing. It has been a wonderful break, but busy. After all of it, I am now sitting in the Seattle airport waiting for my flight to Salt Lake. Unlike every other time I have flown, I was actually quite early for my flight. Consequently, I had a leisurely stroll down to the gate, and thus discovered fish under my feet.

These fish are part of a permanent art display in the Sea-Tac Airport. They follow a mosaic "river" throughout the concourse. ("Flying Fish" by Judith and Daniel Caldwell)

So, since I was early, I also followed this river, and discovered it was not just fish I was missing. Most were normal, salmon, steelhead, catfish, etc. But the following fish were also found along the river:

So here is this art, on the floor, and most people in such a hurry it is rarely noticed. So, like many of the unnoticed nuances that punctuate our lives, the fish under our feet remain a mystery to all except those who have time to stop and watch the fish.