Slow summer days

(Jul 29 8:22 a.m.)

Well, it’s one of those weekends.  I got up early Saturday, and walked in the morning.  My body said, maybe it’s best you go back to sleep.  But I didn’t.  I offered my support as someone to talk to… on twitter… and then the day went by, and I became the one who needed social engagement.  I’m thinking about signing up on Reddit, but can’t think of a new screen name.  There really isn’t anything I can do locally.

So.  I might as well get into what happened Tuesday.

(Jul 25 1:01 p.m.)

The day’s notes and events included fallen branches in the driveway… and the Senate’s first day trying to “skinny-repeal” the Affordable Care Act.  (I’ll note that the law, what many on the right call “socialism” is the conservative version of legislation that has been taken to the floor for decades to finally pass.  The proposed healthcare reforms under Nixon was more “liberal.”  But I digress.)

Tuesday was a day scheduled to see the counselor.  We went over the report aimed at enabling access to services regarding my disabilities, and the fun paperwork that entails.  However, I didn’t tell him how I felt that morning.  He knows about my sleeplessness, my isolation, but he doesn’t quite know how I’ve changed.

The day began with a bit of a breakdown.  There’s a big difference between “this sucks, I need to do something” (where I tend to fall back into complacency), and… “I am broken.”  Crying entered the conversation this week with N., my practitioner friend; she said she cries almost every day, to cleanse the heart and reset the emotional state.  I did, briefly.  I got only one more hour of sleep before departing.

(Not my bike.) (Jul 25 2:09 p.m.)

About half of 3 p.m., my mother pulled into the parking lot for Crescent Beach.  Troubles of the day aside, before me was the opportunity to get some summer photos.

(Jul 25 3:06 p.m.)

(Jul 25 3:07 p.m.)
(Jul 25 3:08 p.m.)

Many people were at the beach.

A brand new heart. (Jul 25 3:11 p.m.)

Their human presence was carved in to the sands of time.  (Some of that presence not without litter.)

(Jul 25 3:12 p.m.)

So much plant life was at or past full bloom.

(Jul 25 3:23 p.m.)
Bee heaven. (Jul 25 3:26 p.m.)

I managed to capture a butterfly on camera.  (Not great photo quality, though.)

(Butterfly on right.) (Jul 25 3:40 p.m.)

I saw a few dragonflies interacting with each other.  I failed to really capture those, but got the blues of the lake.

(Jul 25 3:52 p.m.)

The greens of the woods were, well, green.

(Jul 25 3:54 p.m.)
Sappy. (Jul 25 3:56 p.m.)

And then we were off to the USM library.

(Jul 25 4:54 p.m.)
They really outdo themselves at Wishcamper Center with all the planting. (Jul 25 4:56 p.m.)

Things have changed.

(Jul 25 4:59 p.m.)


(Jul 25 5:08 p.m.)

School’s out for the summer.  (Okay, so there were people, presumably students, reading in closed rooms.)

(Jul 25 5:18 p.m.)

I found new art installations on the 5th floor, including a piece called “Inexplicable film mess” (2014) by Meggan Gould.

There was one book, I discovered— or rather, caught my eye, in the “fashion” section… it caught my eye in the way I found the cover not PG enough to post a photo here.  (I have no idea whether it’s new.)

(Jul 25 6:55 p.m.)

To finish the day, the battery in the car finally died, so the ride home was stalled for some two hours for a tow truck to arrive.  It takes only one bad cell out of six for an automotive lead acid battery to fail.  I’d noticed the dash lights were fluctuating before, so I knew without realizing it was only a matter of time.  At least we were stuck in the parking lot and not stranded in the middle of nowhere.  And only the battery needed replacement— no towing necessary.

Well, that’s it for now.  I need a long nap.


6 thoughts on “Slow summer days

    1. Oh, I have more photos of the beach and park, but I limited the number of pictures for this post (to 20). If you check out the Crescent Beach tag, you’ll see several posts on the area, mostly of the spring season. Crescent Beach can be very photogenic.

      I get a bit of anxiety getting out in public places, but I’m not sure if it would be called agoraphobia. It can be treated, yes.

      Thanks for commenting, NB. 🙂


  1. Thank you for sharing Adam. I felt as if you were showing me around with your tremendous photo images. Your part of Maine is quite similar to my part of Canada (except I’m like a couple thousand miles from the ocean). I find getting out in nature so restorative for my stresses and anxieties.

    Sorry to hear about the car battery. Glad there were no towing charges involved!


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