fresh sheets

February 1st, 2020 § 1 comment § permalink

I love it when you come out of a flu or a cold and you strip the bed and put on fresh sheets. I’ve been sweating and shivering through the past few nights, with some awful bug. But today in the afternoon it broke, and I finished a Groundwater lab, wrote up leases for my new tenants, and washed the dishes that had piled up. Tonight, I went to a movie with my sweet partner and another friend of theirs and we ate candy for dinner.

I felt so connected to this day, because for me it was such a before/after time horizon. I find that I live in time intervals where I am measuring each moment in comparison to “this time last year”. Recently it has become more pronounced, because time slowed down this year. My feet felt heaver, and moving felt harder. Did the gravity of the planet change?

Maybe I’m almost in the clear. Maybe I will even be able to write about something other than my own emotional weather soon!

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One year ago today I decided to end my marriage. I woke up in the morning, called my husband and said this is enough. At the time it felt like the hardest thing I would ever do.

Two years ago today, my boat was anchored in the Robeson group of Kuna Yala, and I was traveling to Panama City to meet my parents and tour with them around Gamboa and the Canal Zone.

Three years ago today I was back on Cumberland Island in Georgia, and saw wild horses and sat in the tiny Spanish moss-draped chapel where JFK Jr. married Carolyn Bessette. We had been up and down the whole coast four times by then, plus one time for a job.

Four years ago today I was down in St. Marys, on the GA-FL border, and felt that now-common belly curdle of being surrounded by men in red baseball caps. We were on to refit 2.0.

Five years ago today I working two desk jobs – one in Brunswick and one in Savannah, and before and after work I poked around every nook and cranny on the Georgia coast. 

Six years ago today was my first foggy winter in the lowcountry. We went all that way hand-steering, and were done with refit 1.0.

Seven years ago today, I still had my apartment in Greenpoint, and I was eating Polish food, running NCA, and was goofing around at places like Lorimer House and Enids. We had just bought the boat.

Enids camel

Eight years ago today I was beginning a long distance correspondence with a sailor who lived on a boat thousands of miles away.

Nine years ago today the North Brooklyn Compost Project was in full swing and I was collaborating with Jackie Brookner, who was still with us.

Ten years ago today I was gardening at Bellevue hospital, running the SWIM Coalition, and was about to run for local office.

 

mi pueblo

June 15th, 2018 § 0 comments § permalink

Living abroad, I introduce myself in the following way…

Spanish speaking person:
Where are you from?

Me: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania (phonetically spoken, “PEETS burr geh, pen seal BANE yah”). Do you know it?

Spanish speaking person:
This is the Steelers?

Me: Yes, also, the Pirates.

I rarely get into New York, Colorado, my stint in Texas, up and down the east coast, Italy, the boat… So many words. I don´t have all that vocabulary, and who has that kind of time? When I am being asked this question, I assume people are just looking for a general “what type of gringo are you” answer. Something that helps them know how to deal with me, not a dissertation on my journey through life.

I was in a market in a pretty remote area and I saw this guy across the checkout area with a Pirates t-shirt on. I was just smiling and waving him down like we were dahn the Iggle or something. (We were NOT. This was a stranger in a strange land.)

Nonetheless I went over and was like hey man, I am smiling because that shirt is from mi pueblo. Which, could be a confusing statement on its own, so I generously went on explaining about how the Steelers, Pirates and Penguins all have the same color combo – Black and gold! See? –  and how seeing that gear so far from home makes me happy. Either that story was a real stunner, or my new bud was just letting the clock run down until F got through the checkout and came to collect his girl. And you know, standing in silence with another person takes real grit.

F sees this – high key talking to strangers in combination with wandering off –  as a genetic trait passed on from both – BOTH, I say – of my parents.  In the simplest telling of the story, its just the way of mi gente.

 

time capsule

November 8th, 2017 § 1 comment § permalink

We have the habit of making highly questionable decisions in November. Multiple times we have ended up offshore in the North Atlantic about this time of year…or later. This year, we are staying put in the tropics, fiddling around with the boat and exploring Panama by land and sea. Perhaps our decision-making is improving?

To honor this progress, I offer a short video of me keeping watch last November…

…in contrast with this photo of our current neighbor, Ms. Sloth.

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I will leave it up to you, Dear Reader, to determine if we are headed in the right direction. I honestly can’t tell if this is the right way or what. For now I suppose the thing to do is make like a sloth and hang in there.

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