Two Extremes of life...life of the party and the party is over.

 The heavy winds this winter, torn away a dune and its walk way. Last chance to walk PIWR's beaches before their April 1, 2021 closure for the shore birds who nest here. Pipping Plovers are endangered species. They have no proper nests, and they love to nest on the shoreline where they are invisible and so are their chicks. Humans could walk on their nests, and have walked on their nests in the past. Therefore, the refuge closes all beaches from April 1 to after the chicks have fledged and are safe.

We walked from the parking lot to the beach with our big bags for trash, and long plastic grippers  to pickup the trash. Beautiful day, super low tide....a lot of beach access and coast access.

First warm day in a long time. It was just perfect day. Pick garbage, rest, look at rocks, and sand formations and repeat.  I felt free for the first time since Covid surfaced in the universe. Free....seeing the salt air and ocean's breath. Delicious, combinations of smells. I felt like a young puppy who had not seen the ocean in a very long time. 

The party is over. Things have changed. Businesses have changed. Rules have changed. People's brain have been rewired due to the pandemic stress. People are not happy or sad. They are in-between the feelings. Not fully awake and fully happy or sad. Just doing the motions to stay alive and keep on moving. No one told Micky to pack his bags.

I Have Spring Fever

 

I feel somewhat happy, calm and aware of my surroundings. Shirley Horn singing Love is Wild on the computer speakers. The sun is still in the semi-magic hour time. My right foot is taping with ms. Shirley.

The hooded mergansers are back on the pond. The male is getting introduced to the lovely ladies. Very, very pretty sight indeed.

There are neighbors walking and strangers walking down our street. Some people are bird watchers or photographers who are quiet, slow moving and tuned in. Then, there are the people, who yell and argue outside on their phone very, very loudly.  The bikes can be loud, as the bikers love to carrying on long conversations at high speed, or a Harley motorcycles fans riding on our quiet road at high revving  speeds.

We also so have the old neighborhood dogs. A few unnamed neighbors never, ever will pick up their dogs poops. After winter, there are piles of his poops up and down the road. Now, we have people who walk their  dogs  on a leash, and some not on a leash who are  barking loudly and running freely down through the wood trail. 

This was a quiet street. There was no trains, just tracks that were fun to walk along the marsh.  Those days are gone. 

What we need are some really good pot holes, just like in the old days. It was so delightful when they rebuilt the bridge which turned our road into a dead end. Ah, it was magical. But we move on. Time changes and it moves on.

quiet thoughts as spring is just around the corner.

 

The melting has started. The birds have been singing. The trees are producing tiny buds. The ants are in our kitchen. Sure signs of spring are all around me. Spring is flowers, sweet smells of blooms in the air, and a warm sun to soak in.

We have had our first corvid shot. In April, we will have our second shot and we will start to enjoy our lives out of the house again. 

I am working on re-wiring my brain from its Covid Panic mode. Being aware of the dark depression, helps it lift away slowly.

A New View of Life

 New x-rays  of my knee were taken this past week. New Doctor, new x-rays. Sun shinning on me.

I have two Wind Swept Knee. No wonder, I have a bad back, sore knees, and sore feet, etc.

It was like someone turning on a bulb. Fix knees, back should be better. More stabilized on the left side. No more falling down on the left side, whether I am biking, walking, or gardening. In May I will get more stabilized. There will be pain, down time, but, the end result will be a brand new me.

A BRAND NEW ME.  At 71 1/2 I will have another start at exercising, walking, and being active outside.

Not to mention walking up or down stairs.  I am so excited and nervous, but, happy this is coming.

Next Friday, Glenn and I go to the Danvers Double Tree for our first covid shots. Glenn called a lilsted 800 number and found a man who listed to his complaints about the MASS Covid Fact Line.

I came home from pt and called the same number and it took some fast talking, but finally, the voice made my reservation for the same time as Glenn. Oh yes...that you Glenn. We have waited a long time for these shots to help normalize our lives.

WINDWARD KNEES AND MOMS IN HOSPICE.

 Life is such an up and down affair. Things happen. People age and people die.

Sometimes happiness overflows our souls, and other times not a drop of sunshine can  warm up our souls.

It comes and it goes. Life goes on. I breath in and I breath out. I sleep and I wake up. 

Nothing can remain the same for very long.  Change is not an option. Change will come. Slowly it marches forward, and speeds up near the end of the trail. Why the hurry? Changes come fast in this fast world I lie in.