Sunday afternoon

A beautiful, sunny, warm and breezy day today. Instead of mowing grass I'm out on the deck enjoying the sounds of birds and wind in the trees. Jack is all muddy from snake wrangling in the marsh. Poor black snake I rescued and sent out on his way. Saw a juvenile Bluebird in the tree today. We were wondering why the male Bluebird has been hovering around so much. Today is the Old Port festival downtown and I feel I should go, knowing it will be fun. But I worked all day yesterday and I really just want to enjoy the peace. It's one of those pinch-me kind of days that I still can't believe are real. There are still so many times I think to myself how crazy/amazing a thing it was to pack up our lives and settle in somewhere new. Not a complaint or a wish-we-hadn't, just an awareness. Some days driving through the city and over the water I feel like a stranger in a strange land. I keep going back to the idea of history in a place. Friends. Places, the dentist, etc, etc. And then I turn around and feel this is where we belong. It has been an interesting consciousnes.