...but I wasn’t over at Facebook … anyways,

Happy Birthday!

again…
I hope you got everything you wanted for your birthday.

And more!
Yeeehaaa!!!

The times we played together, all of us.
We might had never met living in our separated worlds, everyone so different, but we have in common the curiosity to see different lives, and the drive to tell our own story and share it, and that brought us together.
It is so sad to find some of my favorite friends being made to feel they couldn’t stay, and though I do not know the whole story I can imagine what happened, and in a way I knew it was very likely. And it makes me sad and angry.
What I loved the most about you 43ers was your ability to embrace each other from your own unlike each others’ worlds; but I know like in the real world mean and hateful personal attacks destroy what we hold dear, and destroyed that wonderful embrace. I’m so so so sorry!!!

43ers you are still in my heart, I wish there was a way to repair what broke, because I always love happy endings, but even if I can have small groups of happy endings it would be good!

I know it is not all gone, a lot of you are still here, lurking a lot less than I am.
I became a fan of fast paced Facebook, because there was a time when I lived in 43things more than in my real life, and that is why I started to get away a bit.

Every once in a while I come to see your poems and your beautiful stories, and your wonderful ability to organize and make lists.And I celebrate when you complete goals.
I always wonder how can you do it all, how fast you all type and think that can keep up with so many social networks.

I won’t go anywhere …even if I’m a lurker from my 43things, I’m not a goner, and I’ll come to hug you from time to time.

((((((HUGS))))))

...and I posted it on FB, I wonder if it is about time I merged the two of them…would there be too much revelation for my family or some old friends to take?
Anyways here is yesterday morning for my 43things.
I woke up early at 6:00 am, not a sign of headache, facebooked for about one hour and had a cup of coffee; then a chocolate and I went for a ride, to my favorite path.
The nature trail goes downhill all the way to the lake in three stages; the grassy path, the winding rocky path and the steep gravel path. When I was on stage 2 so sure I’ll make it to the gravel without breaks the dogs came running in the other side of a very short fence (they could easily jump it if they wanted to), barking their jaws out, they startled me and the Cheeto so much we pulled in different directions and fell, my leg sandwiched between the handle and the frame, OUCH!!! Wondering if the dogs would jump and come after us I got up and tried going again, but fell in the other side on my mud spot, back again! When we caught speed a rock stopped me abruptly tossing me forward, at this point all I wanted was be down at the lake. Finally I made it to the gravel but there was not closing my eyes this time, shaking like an old lady with Parkinson’s (no offense I love them) I made it down to the water. The shore was so different, reshaped by the storms, so full of treasures and driftwood. I tried balancing on the wood but because I was still shaky I couldn’t do it much.
I went up my tree, and sat there breathing slowly, I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sound of the water and the rustling leaves, the dogs kept barking, slowly I blocked their yapping until only the water sound slapping the beech was left, I didn’t noticed but the dogs stopped barking on their own.
I was so calm that started falling sleep, it felt so good the wind on my toes and my hair, and the lullaby of the leaves and the water, then a leaf fell in my nose and I open my eyes to the most wonderful sight ever since I discovered that place. Hundreds of ducks flying close to the water in V formation were changing the whole landscape from blue water to shimmering black water. I sat there amazed and remembered I had my camera, clumsily got it out of my pouch and snapped the worst shot ever, tried to zoom in and the dumb thing shut off, I hated it’s guts like never before, but decided it wasn’t worthy to spoil that moment. Soon the ducks were gone and the peace of the water was restored.
I felt so calm! So good! A fisherman’s boat passed by and the men in it waved; the dogs started their yapping again, I ignored the dogs and waved back, they kept going.
Alone again I felt like exploring further, and so I went up a different hill, it was full of overgrown brush, bugs, and little lizards. I found berries and the caveman explorer of my previous life (I was the one they send first to taste the food and explore for danger) made me taste them. Ewww they were awful! Surely poisonous, so I spit them out. I got to the top, and what seemed to be a never before explored land, had a chopped tree just so, that it made it the perfect stand at the highest point with the most perfect view of the lake and the surroundings. I stood there balancing on it then closed my eyes, and imagined a red atmosphere and red water surrounding my little chopped log with no land on the horizon anywhere. That image and the sounds of nature filled me with peace again, but then came loneliness so, in my mind the red turned green then blue to match the true landscape and opened my eyes. I noticed the moon was still there very pale, not wanting to leave it’s beautiful reflection in the lake. After a while it faded to another part of the world where it is needed to light up the sky.
I had to leave too, even if I didn’t really feel like it; this time I took the long way. I had forgotten how long the long way was, my legs started to burn and the ride uphill seemed never ending.
My motherly instincts reminded me of hungry kids waking, and asking for breakfast, that made me go faster.
I got home and was greeted by a 5 year old with, there you are! I want eggs and cereal! …ummm good morning to you too sweetie! So I came to write this to get my breath back.
Now I’ll stop writing and I’m going to feed them, because they started making noise in the kitchen.
What a morning!! Let’s see what the afternoon brings…