Confusion

I find life confusing at best, don't you? Here I was, having a pleasant evening with the Hubby (first we went to see Narnia, which, I think, was actually well done, and then we went out to dinner) and as we sat, chatting and enjoying wine and dinner, this homeless guy came by on a bicycle, hauling along a mattress (his bed) on a specially designed trailer for his bike. First, I marvelled at the ingenuity of the guy, and then I felt deep sadness that at this time of the year, when even in California, it is quite cold at night, anyone has to sleep outside, on a makeshift bed. Now, I have camped in the winter near Vancouver and was not too sorry for myself doing so, but I was 23 or so, and knew this was not a lasting state of affair. It just hit me as we sat enjoying our expensive meal and wine, that this guy probably barely ate today and would sleep by the creek as long as no cops picked him up tonight. I feel unsettled. It does not help that the Mr and I did not see eye to eye all day and continue to inhabit our disjointed universe despite trying to get on the same page today. I guess some days are like this.

On the plus side, the sky tonight is amazing (ůžasný, new čech word courtesy of the drummer's kind e-mail message). The stars are immensely bright in our california sky as there is no haze. One of the sorrow of the sky here is that there is usually some level of visibility impairement due to the mist coming from the ocean. (Yeah, life sucks, hey?, ocean, mild weather, lots of sunshine) But tonight, the cold, crisp air allows the stars to shine to their brightest, and I was lucky enough to notice them, in all their splendor.