Monday, February 11, 2019

Heron











This heron was trying to blend in with the pine trees and marsh grass at Bethel Beach when I visited a while back.








I remembered taking quite a few pictures but  never got around to looking at them until today, more than a month later.









I can't believe the last time I posted was December 31.  
And how did it get to be February 11 already?






They say time flies when you're having fun, but January and February are never fun months for me.  They're typically the longest, darkest, coldest, most-indoors-est, least sunshiny-est time of year. I leave for work in the cold darkness and return home in the cold darkness.

There are signs that things are changing, however, and hope is on the horizon.  The daffodils in my front yard are poking through the cold, hard ground, and all of a sudden I'm noticing more songs from the birds.

The Chesapeake Bay Family has been plodding along mostly uneventfully.  My children, my parents and my sisters are all doing OK.  Son is currently teaching English to six-year-olds in Madrid.  He's headed to Machu Picchu in the summer to work for a company called Global Leadership Adventures (he also worked for them last summer in Costa Rica).  I'm seriously considering a visit if the stars and planets align.

I'm also looking forward to a cruise the end of March, a 70s music themed cruise .  It's my reward to myself for surviving these dreary months of January and February. 

Other than making the arduous trek from Mathews to Williamsburg during the work week and laying low on the weekends, there's not much else to report.  I just wanted to check in and make sure I still knew how to blog.  I do. 

I hope all is well in your world.

Monday, December 31, 2018

Bethel Beach






The other day I drove to Bethel Beach for a quick visit.










It was an unusually calm, windless day. 











Also unusual was the fact that the sun was out.







It feels like we've had nothing but rain and misery dreariness for months on end.







We all survived Christmas and I for one am very much looking forward to 2019.  To help motivate me to exercise more, which I desperately need to do, I've signed up for a half-marathon in Virginia Beach in March.  Whether I will be able to complete it remains to be seen.  My only goal is to be able to walk it and finish.  If I don't, though, I don't.

It wasn't that long ago when my goal was to finish these races without walking at all.  Given the six months of chemo and subsequent heart issues, however, I have to adjust my goals downwards.  It makes me a little mad, but it all just makes me want to do and be better. 

So, here is to a healthier and happier 2019 for all of us.

Happy New Year.