Balancing Act

Now that Christmas has passed and everyone has gone back to work, it’s far too easy to look back over the last few weeks and wonder if good luck isn’t invariably balanced with bad luck.

In the last few days I’ve finally had time to notice the extent of the damage done in Pt Defiance Park by our two recent wind storms. I haven’t been able to walk any of my favorite trails since the wind storm that preceded Christmas. Although they’ve finally managed to open all the roads, it wouldn’t surprise me if many trails are closed until this time next year. It’s painful to realize that much of the damage done to the old-growth forest won’t be repaired in my lifetime.

I guess that’s to be expected when you have the wettest November-December in recorded history followed by one of the two worst wind storms I’ve ever experienced in the Pacific Northwest.

Things aren’t much better on the personal level, either. After repairing a considerable number of shingles in the last two wind storms, I’m convinced we need to replace the roof this summer. I’ve already replaced half the fence in the three years I’ve been here, but I’ll have to replace the rest of it by this summer — if not before!

One of our holiday outings last week was interrupted when Leslie’s Nissan broke down on the freeway on the way to the Olympia Children’s Museum. The other cars were so loaded with kids that we had to call her daughter to come pick up the crying grandkids, while we waited two hours for the AAA tow truck to pull us to the nearest repair shop. Yesterday we discovered that it would cost more to replace the clutch than the car is worth.

The nest egg we’ve accumulated in the last few years, looks considerably less considerable when faced with the cost of replacing both a car and a roof in the near future.

Still, I feel blessed to have the ability to avoid seeing what’s right in front of my face until I’m ready to deal with it, which is what I’m sure I’ll be doing for the next week or so.

Resting

Christmas vacation officially ended at 9 a.m. this morning when I delivered Tyson, Jen, Logan, Zoe, and Sydney to the airport.

It’s been a fun-filled two weeks both before they got here and while they were here. Leslie and I have visited more places in the last two weeks than we have in the last year.

This photo of Sydney and Aunt Dawn taken last night probably does a good job of showing how tired we all felt last night.

Returning from the airport, I was greeted by high winds and a burst of lightning, not to mention a street littered with newspapers and trash because all of the recycling cans on the block, including mine, had blown over.

I’m sitting here typing instead of sleeping only because the sheets are still in the washer, not back on the bed.

After a couple of days I’ll have more energy than ever, but I’m not promising anything until the tree and Christmas decorations are finally taken down.