When we sat down to dinner on Boxing Day in 2004, we asked our waiter how his day had been. He replied that it was not good, he couldn't get a hold of his family for a very long time. We were cruising the West Indies on a small cruise ship and he had spent the bulk of the day ashore, on pay phones trying to call Sri Lanka. Because of our blissful-vacation-ignorance, we'd had no idea the magnitude of that tsunami. It wasn't until we got home to the States, that we realized the devastation. Our waiter had gotten in touch with his family, and all were safe; but I think about his desperate plight to get in touch with loved ones during those terrifying hours.
I spent my lunch hour on the beach in Laguna Beach, watching the gentle waves lap the sand. There was more devastation to the boardwalks and pylons because of the storms this winter, than there was any evidence of destructive tsunami, today. Thankfully. I feel so sad for Japan.
I spoke with my Stephanie today. She is doing OK. Her knee hasn't had pain for a while, but she is still on the wait and see what happens plan. Never a satisfactory plan when dealing with major health issues.
My (6K!) run this morning, was deeply satisfying, sunny and beautiful. The swallows are starting to show up, filling the sky around bridges and overpasses with whirring scissor-tailed birds. They are building mud-pockets under bridges, getting ready for the next generation of swallow.
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