I am not a monk and I don’t have one of those sweet brooms, but I pretty much sweep every day. Sometimes I pay attention.

I dig and am continually fascinated by rainbows.  The real ones. I know you can sometimes create the effect with a spray bottle and the right light or a prism tool, but those are momentary and coerced.   I’m talking about the ones only the perfect sky and rain and sun placement provide us.

I’ve become sort of an expert on finding them and knowing when they are coming.  I’m a rainbow hunter armed with eyeballs and wonder. When I see the sunstreaks and angled skywater mixed I get excited. Demanding them even sometimes when I see the conditions are right and cursing the sky if they don’t show up.  We live in a good spot for rainbows.

Each one, or two if lucky are still novel to me.  I haven’t outgrown them. I’ve tried but can never get to the end of one.  Every time I arrive where I’m sure it’s landing it just appears farther off arching down to a new place.  And it’s risky to chase and try touching the rainbow because I might lose it altogether and wish I’d just stayed in the first spot to admire.

We should all be listening/ learning more from nature and space.  Duh.

Hard to say it all –> say it right –> with the closing of Boundary Bay–> way more than a Brewery and Bistro. Way more than I can articulate.

Boundary’s opening coincided with our move to Bellingham. So for this one person it has always been here. Hard to imagine downtown without it. They’ve been so much to so many and so generous and so attentive and so professional and so classic and so family. And I am saying I’m just one person here outside the city line. Multiply me by a huge number of your choice and then square that and you still won’t have enough to explain the mark left by this one of a kind establishment.

They won awards of course, but my one person story starts and has forever vibed with their unmatched giving in  service/time/money/platform to so many amazing organizations and causes in our community. That’s a long sentence I know but Boundary is long. In particular to me and my family, real-true-generosity to the WDRC and also pretty much every place I’ve ever worked in Whatcom. Story goes on to remember the early years and the music. Jazz Nights and La Push. The music which grew up to be a major part of the scene for those who dig and do live music. Boundary at our wedding and at the funeral, fundraisers and functions. For the funeral they heard of the loss and just gave us the beer charging us only in exchanged hugs/tears. The Jamboree. The paintings on the wall. It’s cribbage tournaments and Mother’s Day brunches. Time I waxed that hustler in backgammon was special. It’s album releases/parades/outside movies/yam enchiladas/Bells/Ski to Sea/bike events and custom pint glasses. It’s Bellingham’s Back Yard and I got to watch my kids play there. Heck, I’ve even slung/served for them at a Bocce Tournament or two and now that I think about it checked IDs at a rodeo with Uncle.

Yes the People. I do mean the People.

There’s so much I’m not articulating quite right and again I’m just one. So let me put it this way–> you know how in Hall of Fame arguments they always ask “could you tell the story of baseball without Player X?” And if the answer is yes then Player X probably doesn’t deserve to get in. Sorry Player X, but for BB the answer is a full NO. You could not tell the story of Bellingham, or me for that matter without saying Boundary Bay Brewery and Bistro. Thank you Place. Thank you People.

Play ball

We are making it through.

The Shirells were of course always right. There are dark days.

Days that were supposed to be rainy but turned out sunny but are still dark.  Days we don’t know what’s going to happen. 

Mama why?  Even The Shirells don’t seem to have an answer.  Why-> even at my age I don’t know.   Some seem so sure or certain or don’t care or worked a way around it, but not me.  What I do know for solid is I love you today.  I love you tomorrow if we get it.  I love you all of them.  Even days like this.