Disclaimer - actually not in Maine, yet - leaving at 7 a.m. to get there for a full day by the lake sitting on the deck overlooking the ever changing waters, swimming, boating and kayaking.
Disclaimer #2, leaving at 8 a.m. as geeting started on even the simplest of adventures can be time consuming.
Disclaimer #3, leaving at 9:38 a.m., after a slow, but unstressed start. More to come.
The ride to Maine was peaceful and therefore enjoyable. I listened to my driving music with the headliner being the Dead. I also started a video blog that, perhaps, I will share in the future. Having goten tremendous enjoy from the pictures and video of my mother before the years and Altzheimer's took so much from her, I wanted to start to capture more video of myself just being myself. So, in this case, I sang along with the music and talked some about the memories the music created. Silly perhaps, but I think about how much my children and my yet to be conceived grandchildren may enjoy (which definitely includes laughter both with and at me) these spontaneous, unedited (oh, another disclaimer, I will edit) moments.
Thought of the Day: So much of a person's life takes place internally - in the thoughts and emotions within our minds - and for the most part, through some process both understood and not understood, conscious and unconscious, we determine what will be revealed to the world. Perhaps (but I am not certain about this) the only uncensored times are those in which the emotions overwhelm the process - the spontaneous, uncontrollable laughter or tears, the angry outbursts, the pure reactions. Maybe the process takes place even in those times, but I think not.
Attempt At Real Poetry (AARP) (The title was just so I could write "AARP"):
Sunshine radaiting on the pleasant lake
Reflecting and sparkling through the pines ever green
Filling the eyes and the soul as full as can be
Till the lips are pulled in a mile wide smile
Dogs spread about with bodies full splayed,
All sizes, all shapes, all colors and shades,
Six tails wagging in silence as sleep they approach
Until one barks and twenty-four legs move in unison action
Children, all boys, living with patterns that vary
From the quiet video games to the games with balls of all types
Sometimes enjoying each other's company
Sometimes tears before laughter once again appears
Math games with one, teaching addition and subtraction,
Bringing back memories of years of teaching my own
And of teaching first graders math facts and more
Now to that teaching age (was I just 24) I have added my years
A cotton puppy in her lap as she lounges in the warm sun
The purple plastic fan moving the thick air across her face
Reading a new book that brings saddnes to her eyes
It reflects elements of our lives, with the ending yet unknown
With the boys being watched by non-parent adults
The mother ventures out for a few moments by herself
A rarity for sure when three boys have been had
A time for quite reflection and shopping for food (and toys)
So now a breeze is stirring those trees ever green
It is time for me to rise and see what can be seen
Unlike that others this last stanza will rhyme
I have tried not to do so, but I have run out of time.
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