My house is up for sale. It’s not selling. It’s got the right price. It’s in the right neighborhood. I live less than a kilometer from Chilliwack River and maybe 10k from Cultus Lake. It’s across from a park, a Twin Rink complex, down the street from a middle school and a ten minute drive to the highway for an easy commute.
Whatever. It’s still not selling. I’m getting the feeling that I’m moving to Indonesia and continuing to own a home in Chilliwack, BC, Canada. That’s not a terrible thing, but I’d rather not have to own it if I don’t have to. I want to be in one place, committed to where I am. If I still own – which means renting it out – this house, my mind will always be a little bit here. And I don’t want that.
If you know someone who wants to buy a house in Chilliwack, let me know.
To try to take my mind off all that, I snapped a couple of photos of the azaleas growing in my front yard. They’re pretty. They’re not taking my mind off all this yet, but I’ll keep thinking of them instead of BC real estate.
As I shot this, I got to thinking about what the artist’s hands look like after he (she?) was done painting this. I mean, it’s about five feet tall, was probably painted at night when an artist is less likely to get caught, and fully spray-painted. I can’t imagine those hands were clean.
Those are my pretty Asics Nimbus shoes. I went out for a run this afternoon, but my psychological state worked against my physical being. So, it was a walk instead of a run. I walked. It worked. Nice day.
Sometimes a color stands out better because it is in contrast to another color.
Here’s the blue, blue sky of this Mother’s Day weekend.
If you’ve been to Cultus Lake, you’ve probably seen this stump. I had to wait for the tourists to get off it in order to take this photo. It’s a lovely old tree that up-ended who knows how long ago. It certainly is grotesque looking, in the old-fashioned sense of the word.