Sunset

Sunset Piankatank River

I had this whole blog post planned out.

I wrote it in my head while driving.

It was great.

It was positive.

All about how I was going to "let the sun set" on my worries and issues 

and push myself to be more content.

There was even a little math humor thrown in 

about having a goal of 3 blog posts a week on 3 different blogs

(I mis-multiplied, it was funny, trust me) 

But because of more crap news about a particularly stressful

craptastic situation, 

I just don't have the heart to be amusing

(except for using the word craptastic which is mildly barely amusing).

It seems that I'm in the Land of the Midnight Sun

and I don't know when the sunset is going to be.

Like knowing exactly when to end those annoying repetitive songs.

Like Michael Finnegan of the whiskers on his chin-a-gan.

Despite that, I'm going to push forward with the goal 

of 3 per week per blog (3) which is 9 per week 

not 27 like I thought this morning. 

Starting next week.

 Because eventually the sun sets even in the Land of the Midnight Sun.

And for your listening pleasure...

Monday Meditation

After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on - have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear - what remains? Nature remains.

~ Walt Whitman

Sunset over the Piankatank River as seen from the Piankatank River Bridge

 

The Beach

Wednesday was a real doozy of a day.  

Just take my word for it.  

Things started going bad the moment I stepped in the door at work and little by little they got worse and worse.  However, because my major resolution is to remain in a positive attitude (don't laugh, I can do it), I tried to focus on things that make me think in happier terms.

Like the beach.  

Doesn't matter which beach, any beach will do.  

This photo happens to be from Haven Beach in Mathews.  

One day, I'm going to sit in one of those chairs sipping wine out of a red solo cup.  

With or without company.  

Doesn't matter.  

I just want to sit and listen to the waves and the gulls, feel the sun on my skin and watch the water. 

 Or take the kayak out for a spin around the creek.  

My favorite time being the evening when the stingrays are out feeding on the sandbars.  

There's nothing like getting on amongst a school of them, feeling them bumping the kayak and watching them fly through the water.

 Or throwing endless sticks for Bailey and watching her fly through the air as she leaps off the dock.

Or walk the beach and explore.  

See what pieces of flotsam and jetsam I can find.

Take hundreds of photos.

And not give a damn about anything else.

So yes, Wednesday was bad, but each new day brings the promise of being something different- something better. 

Winging South

We're loading up the van tonight to make our trek down to Deltaville in the morning. 

Vacation here we come!