Thanks Bone for the words.
It is difficult to get back to blogging. I would like to put in pictures while I work on a book and enjoy summer. Summer has always been and will always be a season of magic. No matter how long I am out of school–and I got my grad degree twelve years ago; twenty years after my undergrad degree, class will always be out in July, August and I love the perfection of September so…June isn’t bad also.
Summer is a state of mind. Summer belongs to me, me, me. Summer is a time for beach music; light things. If I take a class and sometimes I do it’s a fun one. Dream interpretation; pop culture for the classless; stuff like that.
It rained and rained on Friday and Saturday, but that didn’t stop us from exploring every beach between North Myrtle and Pawleys Island (I’m redoing my blog to make it photo friendly, and blogging from Flickr didn’t work.)
Monday was hot, very hot, but we weren’t going to avoid going to Wrightsville Beach in Wilmington NC. It was so breathtaking I forgot I had my camera. The waves were supposed to be seven feet from a storm but it was so calm we could swim. The sand did stick to my body. I felt like a kid in love with the ocean who could do everything and not care about anything. The view isn’t quite describable. A huge dune and a beach that was not the widest I have ever seen but the most beautifully shaped. Unbelievably it was almost deserted.
I’m a beach slut but as most sluts I have my preferences. I’m an Atlantic person. I know people think the Pacific Isles are the best but they leave me cold. Oh, Jones Beach will always be my dream beach though the ones I found this weekend might be a close second. And the beach near my house is great just not in high summer.
I was born near the Atlantic and I hope to die near it. Not for a long long time. Estelle Getty died yesterday. She didn’t have her “break through” role until she was 60. I knew that but forgot. Now she’s my new idol.
About Michael Savage’s comments on autism. It has always been my fear that when I write about NLD people will think I’m excusing myself and others from being neat and much more. Never. I’m harder on myself than anybody could possibly be. I will be on anti-anxiety medication the rest of my life, and don’t enjoy that. But as I suffer from such bad anxiety and panic attacks it can’t be avoided.
When I was a child people didn’t know better. They do now. Michael Savage is going back to blaming the mother–a school of thought that was disproved many decades ago. I’m not looking for comments on this. It’s something that does anger me.
Since the article came out, too many people have asked me if I wrote it just to get publicity for NLD or do I want to write more articles and/or a book contract. Would you ask that to somebody who wrote an article on a hobby or interest? Do you think you shouldn’t be published because you have warts?
It’s questions such as the above that make me resentful and sound bitter though I’m in no way a bitter person. Ask my bff. I had a headache yesterday–a muscle ache from laughing so much. I crack myself up so much that I began to laugh before saying the line. Yes I’m the dufus with the worst lines, worst delivery but somehow I find my own humor hysterical. Laughter is contagious so….I am Lucia’s best audience also. She hangs out with me as I’m guaranteed to laugh at her lines.
When we first met in 77 she didn’t think “that’s the girl with the strange gait and habit of bumping into people. She liked the way I dressed–50’s vintage mostly with purple or red heart shaped sunglasses. We worked together for a year and admired each other’s styles before her roommate invited me for dinner and Lucia and I stayed up until dawn talking. We still would if we didn’t fall asleep at midnight–heavy beach going is exhausting. So is driving half hour to Wrightsville which turned out to be 60something great miles, and we accidentally locked the keys in the car and had to be rescued by the cops.
We have many best buds–they tend to intermingle and only one bff. I know how rare a friendship like ours is and might even write about the weekend is in depth.