What changed?

When I hear about adult children disassociating from one another or suing the other(s), I wonder what changed. Was the change in associating due to childhood learning, something after childhood, maybe attitude, philosophy, some emotion or a more telling experience?

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April 13 road trip

The winding ribbon of asphalt dissecting the Chugach and Talkeetna mountains stair-stepped toward the Lion’s Head and beyond. Jagged-razor edged peaks–as well as monstrous marshmallow domes–overlooked the ice encrusted Matanuska River where 2-foot thick ice chunks, undercut by blue-gray water, slumped from her banks, water bubbling through open spots. Back dropped by robin egg sky, the ageless white peaks, parent-like, smiled in approval. And God clapped His hands.

A memory

She didn’t see what she was getting into. Which was perfectly normal. She attended a school for the blind. None of the co-eds at my college found me desirable so when I learned about the nearby school, I visited it. We started dating and I convinced her of my desirability after which we married. Because there was hope she could see, I saved money and had a successful operation. It wasn’t long after that she asked me to save money for another surgery–she had seen enough of me and wanted the operation reversed. (Don’t know how many of my former students believed that "tale.")

Reluctance overcome

Like a slow moving, ponderous glacier, snow clings to life, almost laughing at the sun. But it gradually releases its grip, submitting to the day’s heat and warmer night time temperatures. Spring is taking a choke hold and within a few days the white blanket called winter will cease to exist in our yard.

Wildlife in the yard

Breakfast in progress. Reflection on window. Is that a moose? Yep. Crossing street from north neighbors into our yard. Pretty good sized cow moseyed from front to back yard then meandered about before heading toward the barn. Pam saw her by the snow covered iris patch and later checked to see if she’d gone. Lo and behold, Pam shouted for me to come. "A lynx!" Yep, another critter in the yard, a beautiful lynx stately strolled eastward from the barn door area to the end of the split rail cedar fence, stretched upward with front paws on a post then leisurely leapt over. Wow. How many animals grace our yard without our knowledge?