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When Is Enough, Enough?

About three weeks ago, I responsibly decided - after the peer pressure of my family - to snort up a near dead strain of the flu.  Within a few days I full-on had the flu, which lasted for a week and was basically an obnoxious head cold aggravated by the fact that taking cold medicine may bring on a flash migraine, which is a redundant way to describe a migraine seeing as freight train is really their only speed.

Then about a week later - give or take a few days - I came down with another fabulous new form of the flu which incapacitates you so entirely you become a slave to the bathroom - one pot beneath you and one sitting squarely in your lap.  This then lasts for about 12 hours before you entirely lose your appetite for 24 hours, followed by a feverish 48 hours set to about 101 degrees - just a little hatha - esque. 

But then you get to thinking, 'Hey, I must be feeling better.'  And you seem to be on the mend.

Until...

You cough.

Then you cough a bit more.

Then you realize the noise purring you to sleep at night is you.  Your body has become an orchestra of instruments, wind I guess.  In, one noise.  Out, another.   Varying degrees of sounds all depending on the position of your instrument and, of course, if your mouth is open or closed.

Your musical talent is accompanied by another few feverish days where you wait for the doctor's office to confirm that you are in fact - sick.

With what?  Pneumonia, of course.  With this stomach crunching antibiotic threathening to send me back to those bathroom days of yore.

Can you see my little white flag flying?

New Hair

Jeez - sure does seem like I am posting a lot of pictures of myself - and nothing else.

Here's another.

For news - bettter see Charlie Bean's Blog.  :)

Me and the Monk

October 7th and 8th I took pictures of the Shaolin Monk Shi De Cheng for USA Kung Fu Academy.  Here I am...

Waiting for Charlie

Every afternoon Rude and I find ways to entertain ourselves while we wait for Charlie.  We go out at 3:40...he's been getting off the bus at 4:10.  This was one of our pass times.  I also made a video of Rudy singing - though I seem to be doing more of the singing.

Here Comes the Rain Again

Update - more rain...

According to the Weather Channel, the hurricane's center is off the North Carolina coast presently a category 3.  The beater bands are reaching up to the Cape.  What we feel - the rain and the lull.  This morning the ocean was a flat as glass. 

The Rain Started

and stopped.

Hurricane Earl what you gonna do?

When I hear the name Earl - this is what comes to mind:

My Name is Earl

My brain consists pictures nearly exclusively.

Stand Still

Lately I've been in a creative lull - more like stand still.  Not sure what I need to get my motor running but something - for sure.

Maybe I'm headed for a rush of creativity - full tilt.

Though I'd settle for moderation.

Who am I kidding? I have NEVER been that girl. Not even once.

All or nothing - that's how I roll. Get ready for a tidal wave.

Ah the Sounds of Summer

Crisp cool night air in through the screen,
Sounds carry in with fresh wafts of air -

The neighbor's rental's kids swing and cry.
Loud and high.

Now and then a crash! a scream,
Thinking maybe the moms and dads - drunk on the kitchen floor.

Go to sleep.
Go to sleep.

So maybe this - is -
Summer's loud raucous lullaby.

Raw Bar, Boat House - you ain't got squat on this rowdy crew.
The remaining days of summer grow few.

                                               --is that phew?

Mooring 21

Who wouldn't be at peace?

I do kung fu

I know - right!  I can hardly believe it myself.  And like with everything else in my life it was kind of by accident.  I mean it wasn't like I set out to learn a martial art, but here I am blogging in my kung fu uniform sans white sash - which I have not yet earned - my son likes to point out.

But I am having fun.

I have always been fairly athletic starting early with ballet but then switching to horses - after maybe 10 years? - throw in a little swim team, diving team, weight training, which eventually turned into a combination of walking, biking, pilates, yoga - and now kung fu.

I don't run.  Well, I did run once.  See my mom sat on the committee for the Falmouth Road Race, she thought it might be "Fun" for me and a friend to run in it - and we did. 

Not so fun mom, not so fun.

Especially when, red-faced and drenched, I overheard bored onlookers who were packing up their cheering section sorrowfully say, 'Maybe we should stay - these are the people who really need our encouragement.'

Thanks. A lot.

Perhaps training would have been a smart move - but it makes a great story.  Who cares that I didn't quailfy for the Boston Marathon?

So I am thinking Baby Elle isn't going to be starting up in the next few years, but...her big cousin does kung fu too!

Tee pee

From the bike path - heading north from the center of Falmouth - you can see tee pees!  Two are up and one is on its way.  Just bones, no skin.  Though I am SURE this is not proper tee pee terminology, in fact I am sure tee pee is not even the correct spelling.  But cool, right?

On a Walk

Took a walk today...on it we saw:  a rainbow at the end of a flag pole, a shipwreck, some flowers, a crabless crab shell, and a boy riding a fish.  What did you see today? 

Falmouth Garden Tour - May

Bike the Path

My favorite bit of the Shining Sea Bike Path is the part connecting Falmouth to Woods Hole.  Getting to the path is an incredible ride: Falmouth Heights and a crystal clear view of the Vineyard, Falmouth Harbor, Surf Drive and it's signature simple, stilted beach houses.  Overhead hawks scout the shore for something to bring back to the nest.

A water break on one of the path's benches allows time to absorb the surrounding nature: sun baked boulders, rounded pebble beach, black glistening rocks beaten by the crash of the waves, then off in the distance the ferry loaded and headed back from Vineyard Haven.  If you pick your bench right, warm air will either swirl around you, warming chilled bones, or a refreshing breeze will blow the cool of the ocean right past.

Once in Woods Hole, WHOI surrounds.  The Woods Hole Oceanographic Institute for those who aren't as familiar with the area.  This is a place of science and beauty. 

One of my favorite stopping points is through a WHOI parking lot.  It's a patch of grass and picnic tables overlooking Eel Pond. The panaramic view is unbelieveable.  Here, a feeling of calm and peace overwhelms regardless of the time of day. 

By far, this is not all of Woods Hole, but it was enough for me, for one day.

For a more sheltered ride home, the bike path stretches the other direction flanked by ponds, wildlife, and plantlife.  My son will be thrilled to learn that - though still in it's VERY early stages of growth - the honeysuckle has begun to bloom. 

How he loves to carefully snap one off to get a taste of its sweet nectar.  Unfortunately, poison ivy is everywhere and ticks are clinging to everything.  So, enjoy the ride and check yourself for ticks when you arrive home.  Just a quick brush off before you step inside should do.

You Are My Dog!!!

This dog is even better than the singing dog at the zoo who never seems to be singing but rather sleeping.  If you sing to Rudy he sings right back to you.  If you are loud, he is loud, if you sing softly, he does the same.  And my favorite - if I howl, he howls.  What a racket.  Or my mother would say, oh what a hoot.  (Meaning it is a ton of fun.)

I wish this photo was a better shot but I LOVE the light.  Rudy looks like an angel.  My sweet, sweet 70-pound pound puppy.

Phusion Illusion

Here's a sign in Woods Hole.  It stands on the roof of the restaurant - or at least that's what the sign would have you believe.  But is it saying Phusion?  Or is it saying Illusion?  Ah ha.  A Phusion Illusion just like I said.

Script Frenzy

My brain needs something to do. Communication with a five year old (or with 150+ teenagers) just doesn't cut it. So while surfing the internet late one night, I got an email from the folks at NaNoWriMo - National Novel Writing Month - leading me to this decision: I will write a screenplay. About what? No clue. I guess you could say I am in the "organizing my thoughts" stage. I have plotlines, characters, themes all twirling around my head.

gotta go help Chaz clean up his room - if he is ready - I gotta GO!

So Far From Epic

My disappointment in this new trend of describing the great as epic mounts. My fear? That epic will become the new awesome. And how sad is that? The once awe inspired word whittled down to slang. From inspiring awe, to expressing awe, to remarkable; outstanding. Slang - just everyday vernacular.

Awesome.

Dude.

Speaking of awesome - feel like following me and my ADHD down the tangent trail? Really more like, speaking of dude... big Lebowski's picking up the axe and strumming a tune in modern day Hollywood. It seems the song originated from a down and out fellow spending blocks of time just sitting in his ride.

Can't wait to see it; this morning on Sunday Morning Bridges was refreshingly unHollywood, sharing the private moment of meeting his wife, proudly showing her off, then again - up close, obviously still in love after 33 years - there's a man.

He looks at her with love in his eyes not giving a damn if anyone's looking. How lucky is he? To have met his girl, fallen in love, stayed there, and lived to tell. Maybe that could be awesome - that is - awesome before awesome could be interchanged with rad, or stellar, or epic - I really hope not.

Have You Seen Charlie's Blog?

You should! It rocks!! http://ponyboy-charliebean.blogspot.com/

The latest add is a kookie little song he heard on Fineas and Ferb. A love song - Happy Valentines Day!

All Aboard! (uh - so what if I'm mixing up Hollywood - happens all the time - right?) Charlie with his Golden Ticket - Polar Express. (Or Chocolate Factory...whatever.)