I think I am still delirious. From the air travel, wine at high altitudes, and the amount of information I attempted to memorize in the past two days.
|The Jersey Shore|
We also spent an evening on the boardwalk. Riding roller coasters and other daring rides. Eating ice cream. Drinking lemonade. Whining when the night had to end.
I love the beach and the sun. It leaves me wondering why we moved to Seattle, land of the dreary. Where summer is but a flicker in your memory, like when someone turns the light on in the middle of the night. You squint from the light, startled, and when you wake up you think maybe it was a dream. But there was plenty of sun in Jersey, and I soaked as much of it in as I could.
One day I was pacing on the sunny beach, poetry book in hand, memorizing the Kipling poem, "If." (Which I have accomplished! although the last stanza is a bit evasive) A lone kid's shoe on the sand caught my eye. I recognized it because we walked to the beach behind the kid that was wearing the black Croc flip flops just like the one I spied on the sand. I feel like people must think I am such a stalker, because I notice so many details like that. I spend a lot of time watching and observing people.
I walked over to the family, and pretended I didn't know if it was theirs or not.
"Is this yours?" I asked the kid. He didn't speak to me, but his eyes said yes.
The Mom overheard and thanked me. Then she asked me what I was reading. I told her and she asked a few more questions, and before I knew it, I was telling her all about the blog. As I walked off, guess what she said?
"Well, good luck with that!"
"That is the name of my blog!" I told her, a little too excitedly, because I kinda swallowed some saliva and my voice sounded funny like there was an air bubble in my throat. And I almost choked.
"What?" She said, puzzled and perhaps concerned.
Then I gave one of those fake laughs and told her again that it was the name of my blog. And quickly walked away. Human interaction can be so odd, or maybe I just over think it all.
Now I am back home in Seattle. Without my kids. I call myself a person that doesn't miss people, but you know what? I do miss them. A lot. They are staying on the east coast for a few weeks of grandparent time. I know they'll have fun, and so will we. So, I stay grounded in that thought.
Back to Seattle = back to school. I struggled through one test this morning after minimal sleep, and am working on studying for the next one this evening. I know it is the first of the month, so I am also preparing for the reading of my poem. The one I am going to read ON THE BUS! I can't believe it. I think I might for real choke and die. I can't believe I agreed to this.
We are hoping to get the page all changed up for hiking/backpacking (yes, another think I can't believe I thought was a good idea) month in the next couple days...stay tuned.