So I’ve been falling behind on the blogging front again. I attribute it to the national news, the negativity and lack of confidence in my voice even though I have enough I’d like to say.
Gotta post some day, so here goes.
Last Saturday wasn’t particularly eventful… in Maine, I mean. I was invited to a BBQ, but declined because it entailed more sitting around doing nothing. It’s kind of funny because, despite not going, I saw tiki torches— something you’d see at barbecues— anyway, with the news. (Not much was funny about what happened in Virginia.)
Participation or no, I needed to get out of the house. And it goes without saying: most of the opportunities in life are not going to be online.
First stop… and without much choice (because I can’t drive): timely photos of Crescent Beach, and with the better camera. As you can see, the beach was populated. (With people.)
A park ranger at the entryway toll booth asked whether I was native to the state. Maine gets a fair amount of tourism.
I saw a few animals before I even put my feet onto pavement. (As always, click to enlarge a photo. …And sorry for the traces of bird poop on the windows.) Continue reading Summer update→
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.
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.
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.
Last Saturday, for sake of mental health, I left the house. It didn’t matter much where I went. I landed in Crescent Beach that day, and twice returned. Each time presented the opportunity to think about where things stand in life… and take newer, better photos. Long story short, I still have some sand in my shoes.
I needed to get away from the house. Being housebound does not a healthy mind make. The destination, I guess, didn’t matter considering I geared for the library but wound up at the beach, and didn’t mind. Twice in three days… I did mind that. It was a day of playing random music with the iPhone… and again wondering why the heck Bob Dylan made “Ring Them Bells”.
I noticed the purple flowers are (or were) in style— as seen outside some businesses and neighborhoods, on the way to the beach, and even in our own town. The above appear to be garden phlox… but I’m not sure.
Before I continue, I probably should say a little something about the delay of posting today: I made a promise to get the photos up soon. And I had most of them up in the library already. I had the tab open, in an early stage of developing the post… I revisited a few things of last year…of other blogs… and I was cut off. The limited data plan broke my promise. …Or forced me to stretch the meaning of the word ‘soon.’ Either way, I’m here now. At least there are 31 days in May.
In the middle of May, I took the opportunity to snap photos of Crescent Beach state park. My mother visits the park with some frequency during warmer times of the year, and she’d asked me a few times before to come with. It was a good idea— the sights, the air, the walks that are, say longer than one would think.