Things had gotten a little busier since I’d last left off. Since last post, I’d studied and passed the IC3 Digital Literacy Certification exams for the Information Technology field, and now I’m on the path toward certification. Just part of vocational rehab, no biggie. 😉
Of course, I’ll have to do interviews and other such things that bring some anxiety for someone who’s both introverted and autistic. My people skills are not great… so that’ll be another challenge, another test. Something to think about. And my mind goes to Office Space… A classic, that film.
Most of all the testing has been online, and not because I can’t get out of the house. (I can get out of the house.) But because of Covid. That virus has been a real drag. I’ve seen stores close for good, and I’ve seen stores open. And schools, well…
I don’t know.
I saw two men digging in this very playground the other day. The sight of that reminded me of California officials partially burying Venice Beach Skate Park… But these two were probably digging for some other reason.
Not everyone is following the rules. Some people walk their dogs in areas that make use of the No Dogs Allowed sign, in red text. I’ve seen so many people walking dogs in Portland, I start to think: what if that’s the only exercise the human gets?
This summer has been mostly okay. Some days have been sweat-all-day hot; clothes stick, and you need to open more than one window to make any difference in room climate. The humidity can be high sometimes, hence that fog near the top. But it’s never too bad in Maine. The need for an A/C was raised, and eventually one was installed, considering the other client here is heat-sensitive, and could literally faint if too hot. The squeaky wheel got the oil.
Well. Summer is here. Almost. Okay, so it’s Maine, and 80 F feels hot to me and others used to shoveling snow. And someone like me is also used to wearing a knit hat. Now my exposed, balding head (with early-Fraiser hair, kind of) can’t take the direct sun without risk of sunburn.
Likewise, this very tree has gone a bit… “bald.” Or maybe it’s just me. …Okay, so this tree is not the one at the top, so it very well was just me lol. The cherry blossom trees have all gone green too.
The sun can be intense at times, but— like rain— the plants and overall life on Earth need the sun. And the COVID mask will only prevent sunburn on the lower parts of my face.
At night, people can appreciate the cooler side… and hopefully not sleep in sweat. But it is also the season where kids can be heard in the streets on skateboards… even at midnight.
It’s past mud season… and so it appears to be a season of road construction.
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.
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.
And when the flowers shrivel up, the stems just continue to rise. Plants will take whatever they can, and adapt however they can.
Humans, however, don’t even like being out in the rain. (Okay, some do sometimes.)
Yes, I’m still alive. I’ve been busy with … stuff. Making progress in digital signal processing (and not quite doing it right); watching YouTube videos —er, learning about my world; in an online relationship; engaged in long-overdue cleanup, insomnia, and various other real-life things. In all, I’ve lost some interest in blogging.
Mostly, I’ve been on twitter. It’s a bit of an Orwellian nightmare out there. “The truth isn’t the truth,” says Rudy Giuliani. “What you’re seeing and what you’re reading is not what’s happening,” the President told his crowd. The corruption, the appalling and illegal undermining of democratic norms and ethics, and the increasingly twisted defense of it all. The American public is being scammed in so many ways. It takes a toll on me as I want to help people, but I am unable to. (…Don’t feed the trolls.)
In July, I walked the path that runs by the house. The trails were very green, and full, and… full of flies. You get used to how green it is here in Maine, but sometimes you notice the green light pouring in thru the windows… or notice the greens in the gutters.
Okay, so spring wasn’t all messy and bleak as previously stated. There were good parts and bad parts like any season. I can’t speak much for the progress of others… they have their privacy and/or blogs.
As for me, 2017 was the year I got an official ASD diagnosis. It remains to be seen as to whether state services will help my employment prospects.
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→