Journey around my room

That is the title of one of my favorite books. Netted out, man under house arrest manages to travel incredible distances inside the 4 walls of his parlor. I wish I could tell you who wrote it. I bet Mister Google could.

Why am I thinking about that? I think it is about this small island and what it means to be somewhere so compact. There are a few ways this comes to my mind, but before I go there I will cop to sounding like a woman in the early stages of dating who cannot believe that the object of her affection also loves walks in the rain and green tea.

You may have sumised that I lost my journal. I'm sure you are wondering how that happens. Well, it is my journal, cum shopping list book, cum stray factoids book and I have taken to carrying it with me wherever I go. It makes me feel grounded. I don't quite get it, but I am very attached to this beautiful book. I wonder if the lovely A knew how attached I'd be when she gave it to me? But I digress.

It dawned on me on Saturday that I had not seen the book since last Friday and no matter how hard I searched, it was not here. I lost sleep over this. It made me anxious. It was hard. Finally, Monday night, I did what I always finally do when I lose something, I prayed to St. Anthony, and even though I never reach out just to see how he is, he took my call. Tuesday morning, I phoned the grocery store where I stopped on Friday and viola, there it was with the silver pen still attached to the strap that encircles it. It felt to me like the smallness of this place kept that book safe and sitting there til I came back to pick it up. Like it was never ever in danger of having something terrible befall it.

And still the island is not too tiny. When I go out with Scout we are still finding new paths and routes and views. Maybe this is a result of there being an actual community which makes it feel small, but a lot of land and not many people which makes it feel huge. Mostly I still can't believe she also likes green tea.

And apropos of nothing, today it hailed for 20 minutes. Pea-size hail, like miniature moth balls. It was really something to watch because we don't get much hail in San Fran. They were a good size, not too big to be threatening and not to small to make this retelling unwarranted. I'd say they were twice the size of the black ants that are trying to set up house and shop in the cabin. Spring is here for sure once the ants come marching two by two. Hurrah.

PS. I was walking high up on the ridge road and quickly turned my head to check out the truck roaring up the hill behind me, only to hear the giggle of the wind.