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A Change in Views

When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change,” – Wayne Dyer

Oh, My Aching Back

In case you noticed my absence the past couple of weeks, I didn’t disappear into one of those new black holes scientists are discovering. I simply changed apartments. I moved from a third-floor, bottom of the hill apartment to a third-floor top of the hill apartment that is a bit bigger and a lot brighter.

Scamp helped in the move by tearing up paper and boxes use in the move. Once he located his toy box, he settled right in.

My poor aching back has come to appreciate the saying that aging isn’t for wimps. Now my poor aching back is telling me that moving isn’t a good idea for old broads with weak backs, even if they let someone else do all the heavy lifting – which I mostly did,

But I love my new place, and the views. Both my front and back balconies have trees close enough to make me feel as if I’m living in a tree house. And since I have a corner apartment, I also have two large windows that get the mid-morning sun. And, unlike most of my friend, I’m a person who loves change.

I had lived in my old apartment for seven years, which for me and my itchy feet seems like an eternity. I was ready for a change, and this one, while only a tiny move, gave me that. And my new location even comes with free wi-fi, a big savings for my fixed income.

After days of packing, then unpacking, I’m finally ready to get back to more writing and reading. As for my poor back, it’s going to get a steroid injection Monday.

Bean Pat: https://pinolaphoto.com/2019/12/18/a-quiet-morning-at-prophetstown-state-park/ The photo in Dave’s blog brought back the week I camped at Prophetstown State Park in Battle Ground, Indiana, where I also howled with wolves at Wolf Park. Dave’s photography blog has gotten him out and about now for eight years. Thanks for the good memories, Dave.

Pat Bean is a retired journalist who lives in Tucson with her canine companion, Scamp. She is a wondering-wanderer, avid reader, enthusiastic birder, Lonely Planet Community Pathfinder, Story Circle Network board member, author of Travels with Maggie available on Amazon, and is always searching for life’s silver lining.

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Mount Ben Lomond, which is Ogden's northern backdrop, always has a smiley face to cheer you up if you know where to look for it. From this angle it's pretty easy to see. -- Photo by Pat Bean

 In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.” — Albert Schweitzer

*Travels With Maggie

My week in Ogden was a busy one that enriched my life. It included a barbecue with Kim and her family, visits and lunches, , with other old friends, a baby shower for Kim’s daughter-in-law, visits to former haunts including the newspaper where I worked for 22 years, a drive up scenic Ogden Canyon beside the snow-melt-full Ogden River, and a memorial service for Kim’s grandmother, GG, who had adopted me into her family because mine was far away.

GG, which stands for Great Grandmother, had told everybody to celebrate her 99 years on this earth and not to mourn. Of course we mourned our loss, but we also obeyed her wishes and celebrated, too, including singing joyful songs and dancing.

I enjoyed my Ogden visit immensely, including the celebratory funeral.

Most of my 23 years as a journalist for the Standard-Examiner newspaper in Ogden was spent in a converted armory. This new building, located on former Defense Depot Ogden (now Business Depot Ogden) was built just a few years before I retired. As shown here, the building reflects the mountains off to the east. -- Photo by Pat Bean

When I drove by my small, old home on 20th Street, I was tickled to see that the tulips I had planted along my fence line were in full bloom. The new owners, however, had dug up the huge Rose of Sharon bush that had run beneath my bedroom windows. Sigh…. But the huge Elm in the backyard, which had actually been why I had bought the house, was still there.

I’ve left places many times in my life, and I find it interesting the things I forget and the things that become more dear. It’s like separating the chaff from the wheat. It’s something everyone needs to do occasionally, it’s just that moving away makes it easier to do.

Not only do you have an opportunity to get rid of useless stuff, which somehow accumulates in all the hidden storage spots in a house, but it’s good to separate yourself as much as possible from negative people who dampen your days.

Fortunately all the people I renewed acquaintances with while in Ogden were the kind who make others feel good about themselves. It was good to see every one of them again. It was also good to sit in the shadow of the Wasatch Mountains, which continues to hold a part of my soul.

It would be good also to go in search of new mountains and new friends, especially knowing that for this summer I would only be a couple of hours away. .

Day 20-26 of my journey, May 8-14

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