We went to a wedding in Newport, my home for nearly ten years, this past weekend. Like pretty much everywhere else, it's got its good and bad points.
1. Real water, heck an ocean even. And a nice one at that.
2. Reliable wind.
3. The stars at night are unbelievable - little light pollution.
4. Customhouse Coffee.
5. Scenic beauty. Indian Avenue has to be one of the top 10 nicest places anywhere.
6. The architecture is awesome.
1. Try to get a cab at closing time. No sale.
2. Lack of good jobs.
3. Popular provincial mindset.
4. Regularly invaded by mooks from Boston hell bent on making complete asses of themselves all weekend long.
5. The beaches get this skanky red tide thing happening too often.
Exceedingly weird moment yesterday when I decided that I could walk without a limp and then did it. Since replicated a few times, I am still petrified that I am going to attempt this and fall over on step three. Also, why exactly I was inspired to do this and why it was successful are complete mysteries. I'm pretty convinced that my aggressive working out schedule has accelerated the rehab process, but the walk happened after four days of no spinning bike. I was in the water pretty much all weekend, maybe that was it?
Perhaps it won't be too long until I am riding a bike outside again? I am major motivated to be able to ride the first weekend of October, when we are once again headed to the Lost River Barn.
We got my brother wicked drunk on Sunday night. He may have been in a little trouble with my sister in law yesterday. Hope not.
I've decided to quit ranting about stuff that pisses me off about the world at large. Until the political class can have the frank discussion with the American populace of just how excruciatingly fucked our entire system of living is, and how badly we need to recalibrate our lifestyles and consumption habits, the whole thing is useless anyway. Instead, I'm channeling all of my energy into making my life what I want it to be. The time spent at home with nothing to do and no ability to move resulted in my going way deeper into my psyche and will than I ever have. Try sitting in bed for two weeks some time. It's like going into the Navajo steam tent with your spirit guide. The honesty that gets unearthed is pretty startling and scary. The good news is that the important stuff - mostly family - is just ducky. There are some other important things that have to change. I feel fortunate to have discovered these issues, but am now pretty antsy to get on with dealing with them.