“Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability.” ~Sam Keen
Winter heading into spring was hard. Terribly, gut wrenching, heartbreakingly difficult. To the point where it physically hurts to allow my mind go back to March or April. I’ve been pretty good at keeping my bipolar cycles at bay and not projecting them onto the world every few months which is something I’ll discuss in the near future. But some days were far more difficult than others and to have it all exacerbated by being so fucking livid and feeling like a failure; well that made me the most wonderful person to be around ever. That fire that was shooting out of my eyeballs was actually cotton candy rolled around rainbows.
I was standing in the water today in Aquinnah and I said in a sing-song voice “My future’s so bright, I gotta wear shades”. And my mother looked at me and asked what I was talking about for apparently she spent 1987 busy or something trying to keep me from choking the hell out of my baby brother. Anyway, let’s just say I’ve been going between some kick ass aviators and the most absurd, but they totally work, pink sunglasses for a few weeks now.
Speaking of Aquinnah and vacation. Here’s how it’s been thus far or at least from where I see it:
Me: Do you want to go hiking and take photos?
La Madre: Hell no.
Me: Do you want to go kayaking for a few hours?
La Madre: Fuck no.
Me: Do you want to wave jump and be sucked down by giant swells and get sand in your crotch?
La Madre: Ok, I was never going to tell you this, but you’re adopted.
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Those sunglasses are awesome. I feel so happy to be responsible for them.
Also, again, your mom. Needs a blog.
Um, “my future’s so bright I have to wear shades” is STILL one of my fave sayings. I try to implement it into my daily conversation (which is difficult to do without sounding cocky HA).
Looks gorgeous. And your mom sounds HILARIOUS.
Dude. Your mom says “fuck”?!!! To you, her kid? hilarious! She does need a blog.
My mother has said fuck maybe three times in life. And this is all in jest. But her response to all of those activities was an eye roll and then telling me that I should spend some quality time alone.
i love those pink sunglasses. even if they make me look like that spike dude from gremlins. on you? they are HOT.
no pictures of you in your glasses?
ps. i kind of love your mom. i’m just saying…
I love your mom stories! My mother only swears if she’s talking about someone else’s cursing, such as, “That man likes to say, ‘Damn it.’”
Aquinnah is gorgeous! (Though I’m still kind of reeling from Wikipedia’s description of the town, specifically that part about the NUDE BEACHES. Gross.)
Hahaha!
Who wants sand in their crotch anyway? You’re a freak.
This made me think of the keynote post you read.
I’d read your mom’s blog too.
Once when I was attempting to “body surf” (more like Flail Around A Lot) in Hawaii I was thrown into the shore and hit my shoulder so hard that I bruised it. It was actually sort of awesome, except I was picking sand out of my butt for the next three days. Um, yeah. That was a total overshare but I feel OK about it.
You really know how to sell an experience. What woman DOESN’T want sand in her crotch?!?!?! My mother would have simply announced she was going antiquing and walked away.
Wait, when did Gay Head get renamed? I’m feeling (a) old and (b) way out of the loop right about now (sigh).
I am so with your Mom! Why does vacation have to equal being busy or exercising?? Cannot one just wallow in the shade with an adult beverage and read?
I think your mother and I would be perfect vacation companions.
I saw that picture a few days ago — no way you’re adopted.
I would obviously have chosen the third option based on the vivid description alone.
Your pictures are beautiful.