Clearly dim

The weather changes these spring afternoons as often as channels on a remote-wielding husband’s TV. I start out wearing my new, hoodless corduroy jacket in blossom-like sunshine and end up racing, pummeled by hailstones, to reach a safe doorway.

Right now blue skies tempt out the window, but I’m pasted to my chair before the monitor screen. It’s because my monitor, upon noticing I looked up prices of new ones this morning, decided to brighten itself uncharacteristically.

I don’t notice how dim this appliance grows lately until suddenly blog photos exude color, and the words – how I love perusing reflectful thoughts printed in eye-easy contrast – they sparkle, black on bright white! What luxury.

I do need to find a reliable monitor, seeing as this dear one tries but will certainly darken again in an hour or so.

Thing is, my birthday’s coming, and I may receive some cash, but what I’d really like to purchase is a digital camera. Anyone out there know of a good deal? Maybe a monitor/camera bundle for fifty bucks? Free shipping? Ah, well.

I might just as well purchase a lake that’s going on sale east of here.

A recent news story told how the folks who own a resort on Clear Lake, at the headwater of the McKenzie River, may soon be selling. It’s a wonderful spot, pristine, with an encircling trail.



Here we are last summer, on a hike around Clear Lake. (Tim recently got his roll of film developed from back then. Oh, for a digital pix-taker!)



That’s me at Great Springs, with my fingers in icy bubbles that surge from underground to begin the enchanting waters where my dad and Richard Brautigan trout fished fifty years ago in America.