Day 84 in the Age of Obama!

Wow --a lot of things can change in one day without a computer, radio and TV being on.

Yesterday a friend took my to a beautiful family farm near Chehalis about 120 miles southwest of Seattle, where we spent the day absorbing the calming country atmosphere--as well as the relentless rain dumping on everything for more than ten hours straight.

Of course anyone who lives around here knows that you can't ever wait for the rain to stop -if you want to have adventures and fun- no you must appreciate all the good things that having rain means--like rain-forests, lichen and moss.

Almost all the great trees were decorated with this gossamer-lace like matter and covered the bare branches like pale green lace, amid the rich fertile landscapes colored by a million greens and bordered by hordes of different sized Douglas firs.

We learned how to hold baby chicks without freaking them out, saw turkeys of different breeds, as well as chickens, visited a wonderful underground house, went for a long walk along a creek and a river.

It was kind of uncanny as the landscape reminded me so much of what I described in my novel, and I felt a de ja vous com over me. I halfway expected to see 'Cadie' come out of the bushes to make my creation a reality, and was a little relieved that she didn't!

Later on, I enjoyed the best Turkey Pot Pie I've ever eaten, created by the talented hostess, as well as two delicious desserts.

Actually, yesterday was the only Easter Sunday in 20 years, that I didn't eat some kind of chocolate!

I also met on of the most beautiful dogs I've ever seen--appropriately named Lady Bear for it's resemblance of a polar bear, both in color and size. She came with us on our walk and provided a feeling of assurance, that no matter what we might encounter in the forest--she was there to protect us.

We also had a knowledgeable guide who was happy to answer the many questions I put to him, and obliged us with a few photos. I decided it was too wet to bring my camera and besides I wanted to concentrate on the beauty of my surroundings--which can be difficult sometimes while filming.

I met three of the ten sweet, predators--photos of which I will post later on, as I have limited time now.

I want to thank my dear friend who brought me to that great place and my hosts who were so kind, it was a great Easter.

When I got home--I did not turn on the PC--or watch any news on TV--didn't read the paper--no I watched some shows I'd recorded on the DVR and then the 'Tudors' (I love all historical stuff). This episode dealt with a lot of torture-and screaming- and endless killing--and I was glad when it was over.

When I woke up this morning I listen to Stephanie Miller and was happy to hear that the hostage/pirate crisis had been resolved.

I must admit I was saddened that three people were killed in the process--but if somebody had to die--I'm glad it wasn't the captain who seemed quite heroic--by offering himself as the hostage in the first place.

It is shameful that Somali's coastline has been ruined and that the people have to resort to piracy to survive --but I hope that when the world gets together to discuss this crisis that they will take Somali's plight into their considerations.

I'm not thrilled with some of the administrations decisions lately, but no matter what right now--everything is a trillion times better for me than it was for the last nine years.