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I am dreaming of outdoor adventures and the ocean. Always. Happy Friday, friends! I hope you have a wonderful weekend. The weather here is supposed to be gorgeous.
Have you ever been to an aquarium with sharks? Or observed them in the wild? NEAQ is home to a couple smaller varieties, but I would love to see some bigger animals up close. Sharks are stunning creatures.
I’ve noticed a whole lot of internet outlash against aquariums, much of which I think comes from misinformation and assumption. I get it, I do. I too dream of a world where all animals live wild, free from human influence, but the fact of the matter is that we don’t live there. It’s too late for that world; we already ruined it. The best we can do is rebuild, repair, and reevaluate. We have to make the best of a bad situation. The New England Aquarium, and institutions like it, stand as strongholds of conservation, animal rehabilitation, and public education. Let’s not confuse these places with Sea World (which may or may not have the same merits), or with unlicensed roadside attractions (which absolutely do not). Let’s support the places that are making a positive impact.
The LUSH soap linked to above supports the Fin Free movement (and is vegetarian and cruelty free). I may not actively watch television, but Shark Week on Discovery Channel starts August 10th.
We’ve reached the final installment of One Hundred Things! That’s not to say that I don’t have one million things to be thankful for, though, every day. When you get right down to it, I’m thankful for life in general, honestly, and being allowed to know and experience all of these things. Now that I’ve written this list, I don’t consider that a cop-out answer!
- leftover lunches
- salt water in my hair and on my skin
- that I was taught how to mail a letter, balance a checkbook, do my own laundry
- that I grew up before cell phones
- always having choices
- my llama wool socks (a gift from my mother)
- Vermont fairs
- being told, as a child, that everything I did made a difference
(and I still believe that everything does)
** I know I mentioned it early on, but I am so completely thankful for my Dad. Happy Father’s Day to all the wonderful fathers, husbands, brothers, sons I know. ♥
Thursday was the first of what I hope to be many “Girl Adventure” days, this summer. We hiked around a bit at Vaughan Woods in South Berwick and made a quick trip to Long Sands Beach in York (photo). Bigger hikes are in the works, but it was so nice to get outside. It was even nice to just ride around in the car. The weather has been beautiful here, lately.
I have been fortunate enough to make a couple of actual friends at my current job, women that I really enjoy spending time outside of work with. This doesn’t happen often; as an introvert, making and keeping real friends has been hard for me as an adult. It is so easy for me to e-mail, tweet, and blog, but when it comes to face-to-face interaction, I am unbearably awkward. I was so worried when I moved here three years ago that I would make no friends and have no life, especially if I didn’t immediately get into school. Now, I am definitely seeing a possibility of remaining friends with these women even after the inevitable exit from Goodwill.
We started out having after-work drink nights, but realized that having daylight excursions could be even more enjoyable. Plans are in the works for hiking trips, shopping trips, bowling, girl stuff. It seems somewhat strange at a glance that I would bond with women who are mothers, since I have absolutely no point of reference. Despite my inexperience in those particular matters, I am still made to genuinely feel like I offer stability and good advice. It’s nice. It’s empowering.
It was brought to my attention today that Mother’s Day is in one week. May and June can be a bit of a blur. I’ve been thinking about putting together a small gift for these friends who are mamas (and one of my childhood friends recently had a baby!). I like the idea of surprising them, and the action helps turn what is a somewhat down day for me into something a little more positive and loving. It should be a positive day. The moms I know deserve celebrating.
Let’s do this, bullet-style, but with punctuation that would make my mother frown.
My father visited, last week. We ate lunch at the Maine Diner (where we both flattened pennies, and he enjoyed a slice of blueberry pie) and walked around the grounds at Laudholm Farm. Dad collected many, many (many) rocks. His process is very different from mine. He gravitates toward the large, craggy stones; I prefer the smallish smooth ones.
[Photo by Timothy (rounded by me/Pixlr-o-matic); I also took some photos on our walk (I did, I did!) , but they’re on T.’s camera.]
For an early birthday gift (I turn twenty-eight in a few short weeks), Timothy bought me a new laptop. Like, really new. I don’t really know what to do with myself. I am considering getting myself an ultra-girly Gelaskin. I still need to re-install my Bamboo and get my old documents folder back.
I am on the job hunt. I won’t tell you about that, not yet.
I finished a book, started a new one.
I’ve been sketching or writing (or both) on a daily basis.
I cleaned out my closet for the transition into this season. I could easily go further, but I have attachment issues. You know. That being said, getting rid of excess stuff feels so good.
I currently weigh more than I ever have in my life. I should not be noting this; what I mean is that this should not be notable. But it is, I am noting it. These things happen, I understand, but I am uncomfortable with it.
I switched iron supplements. My whole vitamin “routine” is a bit screwy, now. I’m not sure how this will play out over the winter. I may have to add E (for my skin) and remember to eat calcium rich foods, as I am no longer taking a multi (the new iron pill has B-12 and vitamin C). Advice would be appreciated, though I prooobably ought to visit a healthcare professional.
I am growing my hair long, again.
How have you been, lately?
Thanks for stopping by. My name is Naomi, and this space is made of girldust. This blog is a picture of my comfortably scattered life on the coast of Maine. I'm trying to be a slightly better version of myself every day. I like old houses, reading, the ocean, ghost stories, and museums. You can learn a little bit more about me here. Follow along elsewhere, or get in touch: