The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of a bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

I’m looking forward to a rare day of sunshine here in the Pacific Northwest, and the temperature is expected to rise to a delightful 65 degrees. Spring! Happy dance! Meanwhile, a dear friend in Kansas had to hunker down the other day in anticipation of 2 to 4 inches of snow. In April. This is …

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When I lived in Florida, I used to take sunshine for granted. As a matter of fact, I kind of looked upon it as a creator of sweat, sunburn and humidity, and avoided it whenever possible. Mine was a closed-in, air-conditioned existence. Not so in Washington State. Here, I glory in the sunshine whenever it’s …

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Restless

The View from a Drawbridge

The sun is shining and I feel like I’m emerging from the hibernation that is induced by a Seattle winter. I want to get outside and explore! I want to hop on a plane! I want to roll around naked in a field of flowers! Yeah. That’s not going to happen. Weather notwithstanding, I still …

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Have you ever had one of those days when everything seems to be wonderful? I had one about a week ago. (Thank you. More please.) So I decided to sort of dissect the day to see what I could do to increase its frequency. I got up at 5 am, and was well rested for …

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Oh joy! The sun is out! The sky is blue! I feel like dancing. At this time of year in Seattle, sunshine is a precious gift; one not to be taken for granted. It’s like manna from heaven. You can almost hear a choir singing down every solar ray. Laaaaaaa… On the other hand, in …

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I’m currently in the longest running good mood I’ve ever experienced in my life. Granted, the bar is set pretty low because I am prone to depression, but here lately it feels like the hills are alive with the sound of music. What can I say? I’m just happy. It feels fantastic. I hope it’s …

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It’s been one helluva year! I’ve had the highest highs and the lowest lows. It reminds me of the time when I was 12 years old and we went to the beach. I made the mistake of turning my back on the ocean. The next thing I knew I was being tossed and spun around …

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