Last Saturday and yesterday, Suzi and I visited Cannon Beach — twice. It was glorious!
On Saturday, we went with Ashley, Kevin and family.
Yesterday, we arrived later afternoon, visited Insomnia, and walked to the rock. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the water so far out. And it was warm! Normally, the water is so cold that my ankles ache immediately upon stepping into the water. This time, wading was no problem.
After eating, we took our chairs out onto the beach and watched the sun set while people walked and cartwheeled by.
I reached a milestone yesterday: I donated my 24th pint of blood — 3 gallons!1 I used to have a rule: no talking about needles while I’m driving.2 We want to keep the driver conscious. I decided my fear of needles wasn’t optimal and decided to donate blood to get over it.
What do we do when reality is more complex than our taxonomy? What if we collect colors and discover the rainbow is a continuum?
Some might say, get more small, square boxes. And maybe that’s okay as long as we recognize that small, square boxes can’t fully capture reality. That small, square boxes can’t change reality. That small, square boxes can’t change a rainbow.