Well, easy for me but I’m well aware that there are a lot of people facing hard times at the moment. I met a lovely woman on Sunday at our usual breakfast gathering who had just lost her husband a week ago. He had some issues but he was doing okay. They volunteer together and he told her that morning he wasn’t feeling so great and she should just go on her own. And she went to get ready and came back to the living room and he was gone. Her son was still down from Long Island this Sunday but she has a long road ahead. I was thinking that she’s going to be okay. There were two other widows at the table on Sunday.
And last week I made soup for two dear friends just home from rehab (hip surgery for one, back surgery for the other) and one friend who thought she was “home free” from cancer and it came back and she’s in the midst of more chemo! Then, today, while we were on the beach for turtle patrol we were talking to one of the women who lives on the beach and is out walking every day. She’s been dealing with leukemia for ten years. You’d never know it.
That’s it, though. Sometimes you know what others are dealing with but often you don’t. That’s why we always need to be kind. And grateful for every day we get up and get going and not take for granted the fact that we can get up and get going.
Red tide has been sucking the fun out of turtle patrol but we’ve been able to breathe a bit better this week. We have 282 turtle nests on our .6 of a mile of beach that we patrol. We “verify” every 20th nest, pound in a stake and triangulate it. That means we analyze the area and decide where we think that mama buried her eggs. We dig down carefully until we find them. Sometimes we find them really quickly. Other times it takes forever.
There’s something magical about touching that egg. We don’t uncover them. If we’ve touched one, we know the rest are there. We recover the nest, get the GPS location and then put three stakes up high on the scarp, measure the distances from each to the nest and hope that if there’s a storm and the stake gets washed away, we can relocate that clutch. Sometimes putting those stakes in is a challenge. I took a picture of Sally climbing up the scarp (cliff) to pound in a stake. She was a PE teacher. Said they had a climbing wall in her gym Me, I’m better at “keeping the books”.
Books…wasn’t that a great segway?? I’m reading Fredrik Backman’s Us Against Them...Loved Beartown. This is good, too.
And I learned a lot from Our Towns by James and Deborah Fallows. They visited towns and small cities all over America, towns that have made a comeback after some kind of economic downturn (GE or some industry moved out, naval base closed, etc). They were looking for reasons why these particular towns are not only surviving but thriving. In a nutshell, towns and cities that are thriving had some commonalities.
- Vibrant downtown
- strong imaginative leader
- welcomed and took care of immigrants
- invested in schools
there were more but here’s one that’s the most fun…
at least one craft beer brewery.
One thing that was fascinating was that the two biggest success stories (Burlington, VT and Greenville, SC) were as far apart politically as anyone could be. Burlington is Bernie’s land…as liberal as you can imagine and Greenville was equally conservative. Go figure.
Another good one was The Soul of America by Jon Meacham…a very readable history lesson that gave me great hope that we will survive this period of insanity because we’ve survived some pretty awful things before. Good book.
And I absolutely loved Tin Man by Sarah Winman. Beautifully written, a treasure.
Guess that’s it for now. Lyla is almost 8 weeks old. And mostly she just eats and sleeps but I swear she was smiling at me when I sang to her on FaceTime a few days ago. And she’s not so tiny any more. And it won’t be long before the Texans will arrive. Yay.
Love to all. Stay well. Enjoy this summer. And I hope your “living’ is easy”