Like a Hot Dog in the Sun

Flowers in a vibrant green around the sand. (Jul 4 11:51 a.m.)

The year’s gone by too fast.  It’s already well in to summer.  So on top of the year feeling like it’s gone by too fast, the days are getting shorter again.

Dandies. (Jul 4 12:11 p.m.)

Before summer came, the trees were sprouting, and seedlings fell from the trees.  Once summer hit, hard winds and rain began to knock leaves from the trees— and it can be harsh, some days.  But there always seems to be some kind of flower patch somewhere throughout the seasons.

(Jul 3 11:34 a.m.)

And when the flowers shrivel up, the stems just continue to rise.  Plants will take whatever they can, and adapt however they can.

(Jun 20 5:40 p.m.)

Humans, however, don’t even like being out in the rain.  (Okay, some do sometimes.)

Fort Williams Park coastal waters. (Jul 8 3:43 p.m.)

But we like to be around water.  (Okay, there are some people who don’t like that either.)

(Jun 21 3:05 p.m.)

Things are moving too fast for this human… the human writing this, not the people in the photo.

Stores all over Old Orchard Beach are open.  The park rides are running— the roller coaster, and other potential-vomit-inducing rides…

“All aboard!” “The train, the train!” (Jun 21 2:34 p.m.)

Not all days are bright and sunny, mind you.  But even on a cloudy June 21, the rides were running.

(Jul 4 12:15 p.m.)

Warm, it has gotten nonetheless.  And sweaty.  And full of insects and birds….

(Jul 3 1:56 p.m.)

…sometimes with little, tiny red things I can’t identify— some kind of insect crawling on rocks and at one point some on my arms near the river, on a bench… and probably not even the same insects between locations…. or maybe they are, I don’t know.

But anyway, the season is replete with birds, and insects, and even several butterflies….

(Jul 4 12:26 p.m.)

And people.

(Jul 4 11:48 a.m.)

Lots of people.

(Jul 4 11:56 a.m.)

Lots and lots of people.

(Jul 4 11:44 a.m.)

Lots and lots, and lots of people headed for the beach and park on July 4th.  At some point, you had to park where there’s less pavement and more grass.

(Jul 4 11:31 a.m.)

And it was backed-up all the way to the road, and down the road.  A line formed from the road to the pay booths.  The road from the booths to the parking lot hadn’t any traffic though.  There are only two park payment booths, and not enough season passes, apparently.

Predictably, I didn’t get enough sleep that day.  And this is how our morning went.

(Jul 4 12:18 p.m.)

So little time, so little sleep.  Oh, and at the right angle this tree trunk begins to look like a cow’s head.  Right? …Maybe I’m alone on that.

(Jul 4 11:47 a.m.)

And apparently it was Opa’s birthday.

(Jul 4 12:24 p.m.)

Self-consciousness around people— so many people, I avoided the sands, and walked some of the rocks.  And then I searched for a grill.  I did, after all, come to the beach for some grilling on Independence Day.

(Jul 4 12:26 p.m.)

Most spots were taken, of course, but I did eventually find two empty spaces, away from the more populated areas.  I informed my mother the good news… whereupon she informed me of the bad news.

You see, the defroster in the fridge had died months ago, so we’ve been having to de-ice the freezer so it’s not loudly struggling day and night, clogged with ice.  The ground beef was in the fridge during a manual defrost, not to mention heating up out in the car, despite the cooler… Long story short, the meat went bad.

(Jul 4 12:27 p.m.)

Lucky for me, I saw an ice cream stand.  I was not leaving empty handed.  Even luckier, they were selling Nathan’s hot dogs.

(Jul 4 12:33 p.m.)

So there I was, an Oreo ice cream cone in one hand, and a hot dog in the other. …And there I was, sitting on a hot bench in the sun, ice cream running down my hand, not enough napkins and not enough arms to wipe my hand, that self-conscious, big-hair-but-balding weirdo you might have seen, trying to eat his ice cream fast in front of the whole packed parking lot.

I found out the hard way that I had two napkins by accidentally dropping one.  I found out the hard way that putting your hotdog in your lap to fetch your napkin on the ground is a bad idea, that my dog rolled on to the ground.

(Jul 4 2:30 p.m.)

Yes, it was one of those days.  The President broke another norm that shouldn’t be broken, an earthquake hit California, a weirdo tried to eat both an ice cream and a hotdog on a bench, and a FOX 23 car just happened to be parked outside the Burger King that was our next stop.  Complaints aside, I was going to make good of the day.  Oh, I ate my hot dog… after I picked off whatever looked like it came from the grassy ground.

At BK, my veggie burger had mayo. 😑 And saying “regular” for what kind of salad you wanted for your veggie burger meal apparently meant no salad at all, because it wasn’t on the tray we received.  All I could eat at that moment were the fries.  But it wasn’t a bad day.

My big hair could’ve tried out for one of the strange things on Stranger Things. (Jul 4 2:25 p.m.)

I mean, it wasn’t a great day either, but not a bad one.  And now that I’ve sufficiently entertained you, dear reader, with my first world problems, it is time to wrap up this post.

But there is some other news to mention before I go.  If all goes to plan, I will be moving to a group home… of just me.  I don’t know if I can do it.  And to be honest, I wasn’t too serious about it. …It just kind of happened, with the option fought for by my first case manager, and recommended by the second… so saying ‘no’ would have been throwing away their work not just the opportunity.  And I don’t know how to manage everything, don’t know if I can sleep there, feel a bit of guilt that someone else would be more deserving of the home, and I don’t even want a frickin’ TV in my bedroom, and it’s just— gah!


Lighthouse in the distance at Fort Williams Park. (Jul 8 4:41 p.m.)

Well, that’s it for now.  There’s plenty more ahead.  Hopefully with reliable internet so uploading photos isn’t a struggle.

7 thoughts on “Like a Hot Dog in the Sun

  1. Moving to a group home by yourself? Oh man. I’m a little worried you, now. Hopefully you will like it. If not, can you move back?

    Your cow head tree trunk looked kind of like a bear cub in a tree to me. But maybe that’s just my tablet.

    I enjoy your pictures so much. Like you, I don’t get enough sleep. This Friday I’m supposed to fly from Albuquerque to Connecticut to go to my granddaughter’s wedding. I don’t like to fly. So I am stressing.

    Deep breaths….

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    1. Well, it will be me and a “helper” who shares some of the day-to-day workload, and does some of the driving (okay, all of the driving because I don’t have a license or good eyesight to get one).

      Oh, wow, yes, insomnia doesn’t feel good as it is. Add air travel, and I…can’t imagine.

      Breathe in, and slowly out. Focus on the breathing deliberately, meditatively…

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      1. I hope you like your new place. Moving always brings with it some emotional and physical stress, even when the move is for the best overall. Give yourself plenty of slack as you settle in. Last year, my husband and I sold our old house to our daughter and bought a place that is better suited to our lifestyle. (Two bathrooms! Woo Hoo!) But even though we like it a lot better here, it took several weeks for me to feel like I was going to be okay.

        I’m trying not to freak out over flying. I just googled “is it safer to fly than drive” and found a lot of statistics that made me never want to drive again, lol. I already knew that statistically, flying is a lot safer than driving. But it just seems so unnatural do be so high above the earth you know? 30,000 feet and even higher. EEEEK. (Breathe….)

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