Sandy Point State Park view of Cranes Beach

 Yesterday, it was a very cold, breezy day and Dru and I went to Sandy Point to walk the beach and collect plastic junk, rope, and old soda cans. We were dressed warmly but, the cold breeze on our faces was brutal. There was a family group fishing, and a couple just enjoying their walk on this beautiful and deserted beach. 

I love walking and talking, and helping clean up this beach. The air is salty, Usually there are a lot of shore birds around.  But it is early in the season and the birds are smarter than humans and keep warm and comfortable and stay out of this cold wind.

Soon, the beach people will reclaim this beach. Families and lovers, will get up at 6am to claim a parking space in the small parking area. Their reward will be a beautiful uncrowded beach filled with nature and beauty.

This could be my desk or my brain, you can pick it.

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 New laptop, new keyboard, back feeling great at 7:14pm.  My guys are almost all moved into the office. Hi guys and welcome home.  I can truly say that  I am very relaxed.  At 4pm I ate 1/2 small piece of chocolate surprise. Surprise!

I am typing slow and acurately. Calm, breathing, typing, planning, tidying and quiet. Very quiet. 

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!

Spring, and Feeling Lighter in My Soul

 I miss Judy. She is part of me. I will never let her go. But my time of grieving has passed. I no longer hold her suffering and pain in my heart. I have released her pain and suffering since she is free from all pain and suffering. Her favorite color was blue. I see her everywhere. 

Spring  fever is now in my Soul.  Birds are coming with songs of joy. Slowly the tree will reveal their new leaves, flowers will open and light rain will come. The chilled earth will  soon be warming up and winter will go away till next year. 

I took two years of dust from my bike and plan to ride it soon. I am happy. I am content.I am feeling stronger. 

I am uncluttering or trying to unclutter my surroundings. I am changing and I love the changes. I feel so much more today than yesterday.  

Fear of Cycling

My first adult bike I bought second hand from a lady in Salisbury. At that time, I lived in an old house and I lived under the eaves in the attic. I paid $150.00 rent per month. it was small but very functional. I had a small bedroom that had window down near the floor, the bathroom had a small tube that was under the eaves. To shower I had to position my head away from the roof eves and bend my knees. It was like playing the old game called twister. the kitchen had an old deep sink, old stove/and gas heater.bit had a full size window with a view of my neighbor's pool. I had room for a small table. The living room had a full set of windows and also a small area  with a tight space and small window. In the summers, I would get home from work, put in my back king clothes and ride around town until dusk when the apartment started to cool off.it was not an inconvenience, it just was one way of dealing with a hot  apartment that was wicked cheap.

After a wonderful brunch at a friends cottage, I got onto my bike and tried to ride to plum island. At Hanover Street crossing, my shoelace got tangled into my spokes. I was In front of a truck, and panicked used my brakes and flipped my bike under the back wheels of the truck. The driver was inching up to the intersection and his tires started to put pressure on my bike and my body. I screamed and he stopped. He moved his truck off me and pulled me and the bike (now a mess) out for under his truck. Police came and used a knife to check my knees, and destroy my new designer jeans. An ambulance came and I got x rays at the hospital and was badly bruised but did not break any bones. 

Years later, I bought my current bike used from a friend. I used that bike for many years until before my knee replacements. But I had two falls from that bike. My second fall is the scary one. I was stopped and standing with my bike between my legs when my knees failed me and I fell over my leg with my body under the bike. 

After my two knee replacements, I rode my bike only twice. I was scared and walked and rode the bike on the rail train. 

On the next sunny warm day, I will go out with Glenn and try the bike out again. I really want to be able to rent bikes in France for our upcoming trip. 

I felt if I wrote about my accidents  on my bike, I would lose some of the fear. We will see. 

A COOL AND BREEZY WALK TO WHITE BRIDGE

There is very little snow left but the cold wind  is very invigorating. It is not a very long walk. But I love walking from my house  to the bridge and Little River. Full Moon tonight and the high tide was rushing in. I do hope there is not flooding of Newman Road again.  There were only a few birds out. They were chicadees and they were having a grand time flying around in the wind. I decorated the large bolts on the bridge with a few halloween finger puppets. They are looking down onto the river. My silly friend left me six of these creatures in my mail box today. She now has one one top of her mail box. HA HA.

My high blood pressure has gone down to a respectable number (I hope)Yesterday was 138/82.

I am sleeping very good these days. I have caught up on the sleep I lost when my sister died, and for weeks and months after her funeral. Guess I was burnt out.

Life is so short, and we never know when it will end. I guess that was the original plan. 

My sister knew she was dying. She called me on Monday of the week she departed this Earth. We had a wonderful talk. We said what had to be said. 

And then the call came. We fly to DC and went through the process of saying good buy. Everyone grieves their own way. There is no right or wrong grieving. It cames when it wants to, the emotions swell up and rush out. Usually with no advance warning. Like Death it comes on quickly and there is no way to control it. 

Home is

 Home. Home is where I settled down 50 plus years ago. Home is about the settings, buildings, and shops. Home is about friends and neighbors. Home is about woods, and marshes. Home is the owls, titmice, and the warblers. Home is the heat coming out of the fireplace on a cold winter night. Home is the greenhead flies, butterflies, and dragon flies. Home is the sunsets and the sunrises. Home is about the feeling of being in the right place all the time. Home is the local breweries, restaurants, and grocery stores.

Being 12 Years Old Again, once again

 I am so grateful for my Hay Street Friends. We are crazy, fun, and sometimes dangerous. We laugh, have tea, walk down to the White Bridge for exercise, look for owls, laugh and cry. We have all had some bad problems along the long and winding road of life. Operations, cancer, death and other pleasures of life. 

The Hay Street gang is a quiet organization that allows  women to repeat being in 7th grade. Bad Silly behavior is encouraged.  Ah, that feel of youth. You walk in and soon you are 12. The year of growing into a women.  This is heavy stuff you are about to walk into.  Re-live the stress of puberty and fighting with parents.