If I hadn’t traveled to Canada on a moment’s notice last week and discovered Fanny Bay on Vancouver Island’s Caribou Coast.
If we hadn’t taken a trip to Mount Rainier National Park on Saturday.
If the Seattle Seahawks hadn’t won the Superbowl on Sunday.
If Monday morning, we hadn’t received a call that not only our expected guest but two more unexpected guests were to arrive in the afternoon and be staying through Thursday.
If over 700,000 plus enthusiastic Seahawks fans hadn’t attempted to travel to downtown Seattle for the victory parade, immobilizing and overwhelming all modes of transportation in the region on Wednesday.
Then I wouldn’t have felt compelled to get up at 3:30 a.m. this morning to write a special edition to explain why I couldn’t write a story, and honor Anton Chekhov when he said, “Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of the light on the broken glass.”
While I was composing this, I was listening to this music posted by a fellow blogging buddy from the Blog of Funny Names. I’d like to thank What Do You Do For an Encore for the beautiful music.
And leave you with what I’ve been listening to each morning this week to get prepped for the day. Arthur Fiedler and the Boston Pops playing Claire De Lune and other assorted medleys. Take it away Arthur.
Have a wonderful weekend.
Who knows, maybe next week, I’ll take Bunny with me on an adventure.
If . . . .