This heron was presiding over some East River crab pots near Williams Wharf on Thursday morning.
He was not far from where I parked my car to run four slow miles. During that run, I chastised myself repeatedly for accomplishing only one or two of a mile-long list of things that were to have been done on my days off this week.
My son graduates high school in two weeks. There are lots of emotions swirling about that major milestone alone. Next week Busy Season begins at work, and I'll be putting in more hours. The doctor says my blood pressure is high, and I am also Vitamin B-12 deficient (among other things, one of which requires a nerve test at the end of June. Joy!).
Daughter is
still in the throes of sports and has a soccer game tonight in West Point, which I'll attend after work. Wearily. Cow bell dragging behind me, kicking up dust.
And, I just got the first email regarding the upcoming
fall cross country season, which Daughter eagerly anticipates. There is a meeting Monday night in the high school cafeteria for runners and
very exhausted parents.
After spending most of the week "off" from work--doing yard work and other not-so-small feats of hard, physical labor--I'm still wondering if things will ever slow down or get caught up.
More importantly I wonder why I thought they ever would.
Yet I did.
For now, I am just trying to keep everything in perspective and be grateful for all the good. Because there is a lot of good. I'm just tired.
This weekend won't necessarily be restful, but it most definitely should be enjoyable. My friend Glenda turns 50, and her celebration takes place Saturday on New Point island. Hopefully there will be pictures and, no doubt, a story or two.
Have a great weekend.
