Gamble

Aug. 12th, 2023 02:12 pm
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I went out to Kendrick Pond this morning. It was lovely. The water was very high due to recent rain and it was overflowing the path in some places. The depressions on the west side of the path were full of water and it will be mosquito heaven soon. I had thought about going kayaking but didn't get up early enough. Lake Cochichuate is closed due to algae bloom. I hope that I get to kayak on the Cape. I got out a chair and sat by the pond for awhile. All I want is to be outside.

The Cape. It doesn't seem real to me. I catch it out of the corner of my eye but it's not concrete. It doesn't occur to me that not working will be restful because what we're dealing with in our family is much harder than working. Can I have a break from that, please? 

We've taken a step back, having been hit by lightning again. Gambling on a chance at a better life. Floating on trust and hope and about to slam into a concrete wall in Sept. I have only fear for the future. Nothing to look forward too. Beyond the vacation is darkness.

What else? We got an extra visit from Honey. We won't see her until she leaves camp. It's better that she's out of it. She has a future.

We visited Wheaton College, where the dorms look like hotels and the sports facilities are pristine. No town to speak of but lots of pick up trucks. Still, it's good to look, keep a hand in the game.

I've also driven more now and it's made me realize how small my bubble was growing. How nervous I'd become about driving. I went to Somerville first, which was somehow a big deal. Then Norton, then Palmer and back. When did I stop driving? When did I become so vigilant that it didn't feel safe on the road? My next drive will be to the Cape. No problem. Last weekend we went to Castle Island for awhile. So nice, again, just to be outside. To see the ocean and look out upon the curve of the world.

Carpe Aestas

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One of many. Like waves that crest and crash. Mornings are hell. Breakthroughs. Fatigue. Missing school. Barely dragging to midterms today. No answers in sight except for different drugs or dosage. No answers as to why things changed.

This chaos messes up my schedule of sane, calming things, though I'm sticking to yoga. Watched Andor and a great What We Do in Shadows last night. Stopped reading a mystery about a serial killer because I really don't need that. Stopped reading a dumb book. Back to the Pioneers. Back to the 19th century, when sentences and life were properly constructed.

Notes on The Pioneers, the first person to whom we are introduced is the Black sleigh driver. There are many "indentured servants" at theTemple mansion. It also mentions the orchards planted by Native Americans.

Brave

Jan. 5th, 2023 09:53 am
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Good news is that our new Governor is taking office today. Twitchy morning. Fingers crossed that we make it through the day, and when I say fingers crossed I mean white knuckling and watching the clock. Yoga this AM. It's funny that when I preview the practice, I think, hell no, I'm not doing that today and then I do it. I didn't have time to do yoga until the evening and I felt stiff and restless all day. AM is much better, but the walking is good too. The problem is errands.

Yesterday I called out something in a training I was taking. I was angry, but it scared me to speak up. I was nervous for the rest of they day but I decided to reclaim it as being brave. When you do the right thing, stand up for yourself and it makes you uncomfortable, that is Brave. Right? 

Finale

Dec. 31st, 2022 09:49 am
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And we reset the clock. Violet was struck again yesterday morning. All is well, but it upset us deeply and put a damper on the day. We stayed at the cottage. Cooked a big dinner which we really didn't want. We did finish the puzzle and went out to the fire pit. It was good to acknowledge, with her leadership, that it was sad. It feels healthier to acknowledge feelings and not fight through them. Who knew! 

Today is about cleaning and packing and getting home. Honey leaves for Israel tomorrow! So excited for her. A nice break in the sun.

Last year I wrote: 

"Setting new reading goals for 2022. I read 80 books this year. My goal was 60. I read 11 books or 13% by Black writers. 14% male writers. Hard to know what to pledge. I read 80 in 2020 too. If it's another plague year, it will be 80 again. Maybe I will split the difference and opt for 70 books. 20% by black authors, which is 14 books. No interest in raising the male quota."
 
This year I read 78 books, 14% by Black writers. I can do better. I will go for 80 this year and again 20% Black writers. So much I haven't read and so many new voices. Should I set a non-fiction goal? Probably, but I really crave and need the comfort of being lost in fiction right now.

Not sure how our NYE will go. Noodle soup. A little champagne and early to bed? When standing on boggy ground, every step and stretch sends ripples and feels unsteady.

Excelsior
 

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