My last post is an entry to the Valentiny story contest. Read it and see what you think. I am quite in love with giant panda bears.
We are getting settled in in Scottsdale.Today we attended Chair Yoga and then took all that great positive energy to Costco, a big treat as the nearest store is a hundred plus miles from Marshfield in WI.
We’ve been enjoying time with Brock and Katy Plumb our college friends and also saw Carmen with them. Al Jarreau gave a great concert as well. We definitely appreciate this wonderful culture.
I wish you all a Happy Valentines Day. Compassionate love begins with taking care and loving yourself so you can spread that love all around.
The sunsets are especially beautiful.
Take care and keep cozy,
Karuna Ma Sue
Wait for Me
“Ouch!”, Mei Mei said. She grimaces and walks as fast as she can. She grumbles and groans. Bak Choy won’t wait. He’s too busy looking for bamboo.
Mei Mei wishes she could trot as fast as other giant pandas, but she can’t. Her back paws are weak. They ache if she moves quickly. Mei Mei and Bak Choy look for bamboo because that is all they eat. Breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Mei Mei loves eating bamboo flowers as pale as the morning sky. Now the bamboo trees are yellow and dying. All the pandas are moving higher up the mountain to find leafy green bamboo stalks.
All except Mei Mei. Bak Choy is so far ahead of her she can no longer see him. She can barely hear the sound of his paws on the forest floor. There’ s the faintest scent of her mate.
Suddenly Mei Mei knows she’s completely alone. Bak Choy is gone. She collapses and cries giant panda tears. Then she sniffles and smells his scent. She hears his quiet footsteps. Bak Choy is back!
He leads her up, up, up, the steep snowy mountain until they are surrounded by tall shoots of arrow bamboo, their favorite kind. Mei Mei sits down at last, a smile on her face.
On our way to Albaquerque, New Mexico it’s cold with 60 mph gusts at the rest stop. Quickly snapped this photo.
We’ve come halfway and missed the snowstorm. Nice dinner at Charlestons.
John is relaxing and taking in the atmosphere.
After a non remarkable night at the Days Inn in West Clive, Iowa we drive south for a wonderful lunch at Do-Bee’s in Emporia, Kansas. Sun is shining so we’ve missed the storm. The Flint Hills are wide open reminding me of covered wagons crossing the prairie.