Our days have taken on a certain rhythm. Mornings we’re busy…yoga, golf, turtle patrol, errands, cleaning out drawers and closets and bookshelves, hauling things off to Goodwill, whatever. But shortly after lunch, all productivity ends.
You’d laugh if you saw me heading outside to the pool….magazine, Kindle, iPod, phone, water bottle, iPad …you’d think I was heading out for the day (or week, or month) I exercise in the pool for about an hour, usually reading the New Yorker (now that I’ve been through all my back issues of Prevention) and then I float for awhile reading my Kindle (safe inside a ziploc bag). Finally, I listen to my iPod and take a short nap (or not). Around 5:00 we’re back inside to shower and start supper. Ahhh, we lead such exciting lives.
I’m doing fine. The new normal is not as great as the old normal. Or maybe it’s just that my memory of the old normal isn’t realistic. I remember unlimited energy, going strong until until I finally crashed at the end of the day. I remember feeling terrific almost all the time. I remember being able to walk the beach forever. It could be, though, that I wasn’t THAT good. I also remember how tired I was every day when I came home from school every day.
So the new normal is okay, not fabulous. My back still aches if I do too much. I can’t eat a lot at a time…I always feel full (I”ll never deal with being overweight again, I guess). We went out to Fins the other night …lovely place, good food, good service, gorgeous view of the Gulf…but I had had enough after a small piece of bread and some soup. I’m a cheap date, these days! And much as I love the new bed, I miss sleeping the “normal way”…thirty degrees is thirty degrees, even in a terrific bed. I know I’ll get used to it. It’s just taking a bit of time. Hey, being alive and breathing is nice. All the rest is small stuff.
Still all’s well. And each day gets a little better than the day before. I’ve started going down to the beach for sunset again. I hadn’t been going in quite awhile. It’s such a beautiful time of day. The beach is crowded with families (as opposed to snowbirds with their chairs and wine during the winter). People are in the water and playing on the beach. Little ones are building sandcastles and digging holes to China. I just love it.
The sea turtles are as busy as ever. I’m out on the beach on Tuesdays and Saturdays at the ghastly hour of 6:00am with a couple other wonderful volunteers who have become good, good friends. We look for tracks, mark nests, locate eggs for verification, GPS the nests, analyze crawls and record EVERYTHING. Our “zone” is an active one. So far, we have almost 70 nests. I’ve been doing this for five years and it still fascinates me that these 300 pound mothers who are so graceful in the water drag themselves onto the beach, make a perfect hole in the sand and deposit 100 eggs before they head back to the water. I think the dragging themselves up the beach is the thing that amazes me the most. It can’t be easy.
I saw Belle last week at the local theater. Marvelous movie. I’d highly recommend it. I want to see The Fault in Our Stars (great book) and Chef (I still love food even if I don’t eat much) and Jersey Boys (love that music) And Jerry and I continue to be hooked on Doc Martin…delightful…makes us laugh right out loud. And it makes me want to visit Cornwall in England…Lord, the scenery is gorgeous.
I’m not the only one who naps in the pool, by the way. Take a look at my sweet granddaughter on the first day of summer vacation.