Jo and Ang

*Color Restored

*Refer to previous post, "Seeing in Black and White" for further understanding of "Color Restored".

Seeing in Black and White

A long time ago, Rachael and I got an old matress from inside my house and put it on top of the wide monkey bars. We climbed on top (I think we even brought my cat) and admired the perfect summer day and talked about all of the great things we would do. We discussed our weddings, our husbands, our kids, our successes. Something about sitting on a mattress so high up made me feel like everything in my little childhood world was possible. I felt so supremely happy in that moment and the world looked so full of light and color. Life to me was alive, lovely and possible. All I could see was happiness unfolding before my eyes as fruitful and beautiful as the garden below our dangling feet. Can I now sit on top of the roof of my grandparents home and see Kiwanis park and think of a bright future? Can I look at the golden maple and have it look equally as stunning in the evening sunlight? Can I climb in rock canyon and find it as exhillerating as I used to? For how long will the color be sucked out of my life?

panacea

This past weekend, in lieu of missing the "Mountain Marathon" Bry and I decided to do a little "thon" of our own. We had spent entirely too much time cutting, pasting and stuffing, so saturday morning we left at 8am to run from Vivian Park to Utah Lake on the Provo River trail. We ended up running 10 miles, biking 5 and swimming 1/2. It wasn't our exact plan (the cold air and rain didn't help too much), but we had a good time despite our aching joints.

I went to FHE with my roommate from last semester, Cherise, and I realized that almost ALL BYU activities are geared towards finding "the one." Here I was slightly lamenting leaving single-hood behind only to have the name game and "do-you-know-so-and-so" wake me to the pleasant reality of getting married.

life of mute

I feel like I haven't spoken. I live my life in silence. I tiptoe around at night, I speak a foreign language in all of my classes and I have no friends here. For my job I have earplugs in and listen to the droning of motors (lawn mowers, leaf blowers, edgers etc). People are only something I have on the weekends and daily interaction is almost completely non-verbal (except for the occasional exchange between Brian and I if we have more than 20 minutes time).

cafrine and the pacific northwest

After years of planning (and this was actually on my New Years Resolution list-- typed and laminated in my shower), I finally made it up to see Catherine in Seattle! This amazing trip was brought to me, in part, from Gayle and made possible with a grant from Gary (was anybody else a PBS watcher?). It was such a fun trip and action packed! We would wake up early every morning and eat and play all day until dark. It was so nice to see the fam (mom, dad and cath).


At mt Ranier

"THE TROLL" (was that a correct use of quotation marks?)under the bridge in Seattle (this troll was on 10 things I hate about you. . . remember?)

At the waterfront where you can watch the salmon spawning under the water

Hiking in the Cascades

Mom and me at Pike Place Market-- these were only like $4.50.

Cath and I at her library. It was straight up medieval architecture.

Fernicus! I finally got to visit Fern!