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I have been swimming.  Navigating the murky waters of education and daily life, trying to see past the seaweed of anxiety and futurefear in order to gather together the pebbles and shells of presentjoy.  I graduated massage school at the end of April, a well-met challenge.  Licensure exams and paperwork are all complete, and now I wait for response from the state medical board. 

In the meantime, the Fam and I went to the beach. 

 

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We lit out well before the sun was up and were met with thick fog all along the first leg.  There were moments I couldn’t see more than 5 feet in front of the van.  Bear kept watch for deer- an excellent second pair of eyes at my side.  By the time we hit the mountains in West Virginia it was nearly gone in the lower areas, but still holding fast up near the peaks. We had fantastic driving weather the rest of the way- it was all blue skies and gentle breezes.  Leaving so early also meant we encountered less traffic, which makes the case for doing it again. 

 

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Our destination was around 750 miles away, in the Outer Banks of North Carolina.  Having multiple drivers to switch off is an excellent thing- means everyone is sane and coherent on arrival.  The last leg crossing Pea Island is always the most difficult for me- by the time we hit Avon my eyes are usually buzzing in their sockets and my brain is feeling like mush.  This time around wasn’t so bad- I drank a lot of coconut water to keep hydrated and we switched off more frequently than we normally would have so everyone got to rest a bit more.  Worth doing.

 

We spent a week relaxing with friends and hanging out by the sea.  My head took a while to clear.  All the detritus of city living and hanging on to bits of thoughts and info that just haven’t been properly finished or cleared out took about 3 days to get sorted. Then it occurred to me that I wasn’t making good use of this time.  I was still running in 5th gear in a place that only required me to run in 1st.  I got up when the sun poked me, went out on the deck, and just sat.  All the dreck was just allowed to slither and ooze out of me and my mind.  By the time the others were up, I was clear.  I feel lighter and unrestricted again.  This is why I go to the sea. 

And this…

 

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The fellas got to fish, and caught their limit of Red Drum- if you’re going to the Outer Banks and want to charter a fishing boat, check out Capt. Aaron at Tightline fishing charters, he did the guys right and is really cool. Another great option for charter fishing is with Capt. Rudy at The Hook Up charter.  The fellas went with him last time around and had a great time then as well, but were unable to schedule with him again this year.

 

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I found books and yarn, so I was pleased.  The yarn I scored at the Blue Pelican Gallery– which now has 2 rooms of yarn to goggle at and try to decide on.  I went with 2 skeins of rainbow coloured silk/wool blend, and I’m making a scarf with it.  The bookstore- oh, joy.  The lady running it is the quintessential bookshop owner.  You want the book about the thing with the couple by the guy?  She has it, right around the corner.  Want a bit of local art or history?  Got that too.  Buxton Village Books has been there for 30 years, and with good reason. 

 

I could rattle on and on about how great the Outer Banks are, but I think you get the idea.  If you get the chance to go, go.  The folks there are wonderful, the scenery is gorgeous, the food is delicious.  I look forward to going again at the soonest possible opportunity.  In the meantime, I’ll keep swimming.


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shots across the bow, while tattooing

In the span of a day we’ve gone from 98 degrees to 63.  It’s like suddenly waking up in Fall.  I’m wearing a hoodie and the Pup is doing the “I haven’t enough fur” quiver.  I know what this means. 

Autumn just kicked Summer in the balls. 

Fuck. 

Don’t get me wrong.  I love Autumn.  Or Fall.  Whichever.  But it doesn’t bode well for the coming temperatures.  You know what follows right on the heels of Fall?  Winter.  That’s right. 

Cold. 

I’m doing all I can to prolong the Summer though.  We’re heading to a local beach on Thursday and I’m going to soak up as much sun as possible.  And if I can figure how to stash some in a jar between now and then, you bet your fur I will.  Also, I’m trying to figure out how to put an expansion charm on my kitchen window, so when the sunlight hits it the whole thing expands to the size of the side of the house and lets in as much light as possible.  Not too sure how this will turn out, but if it does I’ll be sure to share.  😉

 

 

It’s Labor Day!  Woohoo! 

In honour of this holiday, Bear has had a 3 DAY WEEKEND!!!!!  This means I’ve seen him for longer than an hour at a time over the last 3 days!  He got to sleep in Saturday and Sunday in addition to putting a new tattoo on his thigh while we watched the local fireworks on tv last night.  It has been fabulous. 

I miss the days when this would’ve been a normal weekend. 

Don’t get me wrong….  I’m quite pleased to have the cashflow that a 60-odd hour work week brings.  It’s nice.  But I miss having him around more.  Our schedule is funky enough as it is with him doing 3d shift.  Add an extra 20 hours to the regular and all he does is work, eat, sleep.  It’s all he has time for. 

Seriously. 

The Chinese has been very accommodating of our shifting schedules, and things are better since we’ve a second car again.  Means my timing doesn’t have to be quite as precise as it did when I had to have the car home in time for Bear to head to work.  (And really, I could just walk anyway.  It’s not as if I work 88 miles away or anything.)  Still. 

It’s been fab having the entire weekend with him.  I’ve felt like I could legitimately get distracted with work in the garden and not be neglecting my time with him.  Been a while for that.  Alas, this too must come to an end.  He’s to work this evening, and so is sleeping now in preparation for it.  Even though his sleep schedule was totally fucked this weekend (slept at NIGHT, he did!  Weird, I know) he shouldn’t have any problem getting back into the rhythm of his regular schedule.  His body was still insisting that 2 in the afternoon was tiresomely late and he should be in bed yesterday.  That was after 9ish hours of sleep the night before.  🙂  I know at some point the insanity will stop and he’ll go back to a normal 40 hour week, but it would really help to know it’ll be sooner rather than later. 

Ah, well.  Gift horses and all that, right? 

Hope everyone has had an equally excellent weekend and that it translates into a marvelous week.  Cheers!

 


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My Stash

It’s 98 degrees outside and I am storing up heat for the winter. 

I am not a person who loves the cold. 

In the dead of winter, when all hope seems to have faded and the reassurance of the Solstice has passed- I find myself wondering if things will Ever be Warm again.  So, in the spirit of that, I’m saving today. 

98 degrees, light breeze, sunny skies, tank top and bare feet.  This day is my February salvation.  My Imbolc light.  My boost for the last leg of Winter.  Let there be popsicles…. Lots of them. 

Cheers!