Day 61
And by “it” I mean my pore, sore ass. Dang. When we woke up this morning, my tail was throbbing, my lower back was sore and my left ribs felt like they were all bruised. Some little bruises on my legs popped up. The Pirate is a little sore, but not nearly as whiny as me.
We mostly rest on the couch today. I write, while The Pirate watched movies. We take sojourns out to the porch in the sun, and then come back in and rest some more. We are worn slap out.
I was thinking today about all of these blogs I've written. They were all written under different circumstances. Sometimes I'm tucked in a nice hotel bed, sometimes I'm in someone's home. I've written these babies at picnic tables, and propped up in our tent, hoping that the battery will last. Sometimes loud ping pong games are going on, or kids laughing or crying, or public transportation is streaming past. People are sometimes speaking French, sometimes English. Sometimes there is land beneath me, sometimes ocean. Each of these entries is banged out and proof read maybe once. I appreciate that you have forgiven all of the effects that should have been affects, within instead of with in, into instead of in to, and etc, ad nauseum. We certainly didn't have a fact checker, a graphic designer or anyone with IT in their official job description. It has been interesting, exposing ourselves in such an unpolished way. It's a vulnerable feeling. Also, after all of this time, I lost my phone charger, so I can't take photos. It's hard not to get frustrated about these things.
The main thing is, The Pirate and I are both creative and project oriented. This blog is our project. It grounds us, and helps direct our otherwise restless creative energy. At first I thought it would feel too task-like, but it's actually more like a pressure release valve. Everyday I fill up with all of these experiences- the sensations, reactions, interpretations and memories in the making-and to get them posted on the blog is like getting the photos off your phone and onto your computer so there's room for more. It's cleansing, and a relief.
So, thanks for reading.
Thank you for posting, Ms. Mermaid. Following your adventures has been a joy.
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