There's a Cat in My Bed!!!

Currently, there is a cat in my bed, snuggling next to my right leg on this cold, rainy, Pacific Northwest night. I should have gone to bed almost 2 hours ago, the reminiscing about snow with Alphabet got me in the mood to write.

I am laying in a new bed, again, in a new house, with a new family in Chimacum, WA. I am working on an organic farm, but this farm offers more than a pungent flower. Having worked on the farm for just over a week, I have already worked with bees, built a chicken coop, moved a sheep fence, worked with strawberries, harvested squash, dealt with chickens...It's a wonderful experience, but not really what I want to write about at this moment.

A few months ago, my nightly ritual was to sit on the dock on a lake in Texas next to K, shoot the breeze, and listen for splashes in the lake. We convinced ourselves that these splashes were not hungry bass, but lake LBJ dolphins and so we listened. We watched and listened for months and months, through cold chills and warm breezes. For me, there was no other place that I would have rather been, but with K listening for those dolphins. The days moved through each other and we both eventually left Texas. I turned off my ignition in Colorado and she in Washington. Then a storm fluttered by and I started my ignition and vacationed in Michigan for a couple of weeks, before I drove to Vashon. The details are now important, but only as a reminder of the the reasons we believe in what and whom. Sometimes you get that feeling and you just know that you have to be somewhere else. Thus I found myself on the lavender farm and eventually in Chimacum. K and I found ourselves, last Sunday night, on a dock in Port Townsend, WA watching and listening in the cool night air...then suddenly a puff...and again. We bent our knees and strained our eyes to the distant water polluted by the yacht club light. A fin splash! More puffs! Our hearts were racing as we hugged each other like a kid hugs his aunt after receiving a Super Soaker 2000. Orcas, we assumed were swimming in the distance and we were in Port Townsend, WA, together on a dock...listening. What strange courses life takes us through. A few short months ago neither of us could have predicted this moment and if we had, neither of us would have believed it. It happened, though and I am grateful.

Life is amazingly good right now. I am working in a field that I have always wanted to try, living in a beautiful place, and I have someone willing to scratch my finger when it is bee stung, triple in size, and filled with puss. That my friend is special.