Day 273

This has been the worst day for picture taking so far this year, but I think the month may have been the best.




Instead of taking photos of Emma, I helped her decorate the window on the door for Halloween. It was really fun. But it has left me with nothing to really post. The rain has just kept coming and coming and coming. I have been wet since I got up.

Day 272

Today was a perfect day. Truly it was. I even had a tooth filled and it wasn't hard. Today was a perfect day.



Today it was 80 degrees on September 29th. I sat and ate my lunch and wrote atop Poets' Seat. There was some animal making a rattling noise. I couldn't figure out what it was.



Is it a squirrel or raccoon or something else?
Whispy white clouds are blowing across from the west
and a car door slams
someone is whistling for their dog to come
There's the hawk's cry.



I figure I've been given a 6 month reprieve to allow me to ccomplete my projects before I have to find a full time job for the next 8 years. In that six months I'd like to create a healthy routine and I need a space where I can work.



Woodpecker close at hand, I just heard a frog croak, a tohee, where is the frog?



Noontime walkers shuffle by my silence
and I can't tell if the far off screams
are in the hospital or middle school.
Crows cah
and engines run

and I feel the pull of the lull of the need to sleep.

An airplane
I think the yelling is from the hospital
someone's life in crisis
while I sit above
looking down in calm.

A whistle blows
how much longer will I be able
to bring my lunch
and watch the world run by?
Four birds call out
I can identify three
Recess is over, noon hour gone by.
What is the diffence between a broad hawk
and a redtail's vocals?

Day 271

It's Tuesday again. A week ago I was in Falmouth and had just gone to my room after a nice evening with friends and colleagues. I missed writing. Then I come back and I go to writing tonight, and I'm too tired to post it. Plus it always needs to be editted. Stuff I write in writing is bigger than this evening stuff.





I did write about the experience of seeing all these photos of myself in my early 20s. It really has been kind of spooky or something. More on that later. Meanwhile, sleep calls once again.

Day 270

Emma has a stuffy nose, so I drove up and hung out with them for a bit this evening. I love being with the animals. They're cool animals. Now they have a new parrot who is quite the character. He lies down in Chris's hand and preens himself.





Monday night...... I'm going to bed.

Day 269

Finally a day of rest, a day to myself, and what do I do with it, I go through old old photographs. Very funny. I was looking for college photos, but that was a long time ago. I went off to Marlboro in 1974, 36 years ago, I was 21 years old. That was many photographs ago, many lifetimes ago. Now I have a living room full of photographs all over the place. It's very funny. It proved to me that this photograph thing is not new for me. (I mean I have 2 full books of photos of teen years, the scary years.) And it proved that we are all getting old. AHHHHHH!!!!!!






So I woke up this morning and immediately thought, "I got to call Mom and tell her what a bunch of nuts she raised, and tell her all about yesterday. She'll laugh." And then I laughed at myself. I hope you are laughing Mom, the group of us packing up your home. I thought it was me who was dramatic, I'm not half as dramatic as my bros.



Things, so many things, I have to begin to get rid of stuff. I never thought I'd say that, but I do.

Day 268

I really do want to write about today. It was fun actually, and it was poignant, but I don't have enough energy tonight. Patrick and i went down to Connecticut to help pack up the house. A gang of us worked on different sections. We probably have 3 more days to go, but we did a lot. We laughed a lot and it felt like a team effort. What a bunch of nuts we all are?















This rock was right outside the storage unit. Looked like a good omen to me.

Day 267

Woke up this morning to fog. The world was socked in. The differences in the colors of the sand, sea, and sky were very subtle, definitely a lesson in tone. I took myself out to breakfast and watched it all burn away and the tide come in. Then I went up, packed, paid the bill and started home.






Stopped off in Northampton. Ate a Veracruz. I miss Veracruz.





The trip was good for me, but I'm glad to be home to my own bed.

Day 266

Today I heard the loud roar of a large group of educators all with something to say.
Today I heard both the dissatisfaction and the absolute love of a field.
Today I heard admiration and distrust for colleagues.
But mostly I heard the sharing, the sharing of ideas, the sharing of opinions, the sharing of a loud voice of creative people.





Today I heard the one voice of a seagull, 2 small sparrows whose nest sits behind the light placed above a stairwell.
Today I heard the sound of low tide and a calm wind creating small long waves rolling on and on and on.
Today I heard a duck and another call out as they flew by each other.





Today I heard two women share the love of a past, of men, and women and laughter.
Today I heard two women share an understanding of growing up, becoming women, and continuation of the love for life.
Today I heard the sound of ferry boats, the clang of bells and the loud fog horns.
Today I heard the lack of sound of sailboats, sunsets and a full moon.

Day 265; September 22, 2010

Day 264:

That was the longest drive I have ever taken to Hyannis. I don't know why. I do this a couple times a year and never before has it felt like forever, today the Mass Pike felt like forever. One year coming home from a MCAE meeting in Hyannis in my old Accord, when the sunroof was broken, the sky opened up on us and it poured while we drove to Greenfield. That was a long ride. But I think we actually laughed at ourselves that time and I had company. Oh welllllllll...







I guess what amazes me the most about these work related adventures is how so many people loose the knowledge or feelings about what is important about doing the job. My statistics are a little higher than norm, but I am minus a couple of key ingrediants, key to the Department, not to me. So it looks like I am doing a less than stellar job. Drives me crazy.... Oh well, if it weren't for my fellow transition coordinators I would make someone else come and deal with the politics. But the group itself is wonderful and we support each other in very holistic ways. So I come to Hyannis and Falmouth for three days and try to focus on what I do like about it all.



And then I am very happy to go home. I am taking an extra day for myself this week. I will get some good sea photos, you wait.