I drove to Hampton Beach this morning. I left way too early and got there half an hour before the sun came up. It was 45 degrees out. I froze my ass off.
It was also a waste of time.
The sky was perfectly clear all the way there. Just before I arrived I saw a band of clouds moving in… right at the horizon… completely blocking the sunrise. Damn it.
I was going to stop at a few other places on the way home but I was too annoyed by mother nature. I did finish a roll of film though, and I just placed an order with thedarkroom.com and I packaged it all up and it’s all ready to go. I just need to get to the post office. That probably won’t happen until Tuesday.
For now… here are some digital pics of the cool waves and the no sun. Sorry.
See what I mean about the clouds?
The sun was up at this point.
I had the entire Atlantic ocean to myself before this guy came along. There was probably room enough for both of us… probably.
I spent the last three months writing a post about the previous day’s music progress the first thing each morning. Now that the music project is over… now what do I do? I got so used to that little piece of the routine that I feel confused and disorientated this morning. I felt about the same way when the year of answering daily writing prompts came to an end.
Now what?
Also… don’t you hate it when your candle burns out? It’s sad, somehow.
Well, looks like Friday is going to be one seriously shitty day for ol’ Robbie and his rebuilt guts.
I had more sleep last night than any day for about a week. I should have awoken feeling right and spiffy and good. Nope. I woke up with stomach pain. Lots of it. I never wake up with the hunger pains I get when I haven’t eaten for a few hours. I don’t know why that is, but this morning that was exactly what I thought happened. I got up, went down cellar to do my exercise for the day and have a bottle of water. I thought that would alleviate things, at least for a little while. After the exercise was done I could have breakfast and I fully expected that would be the end of that.
Nope. Exercise made it worse and I only got a few ounces of water down before I decided to stop and have breakfast. Unfortunately, eating didn’t help at all. Nope, this is not hunger pain. This is something else. Shit.
I sat there, staring at the walls for a while and then tried to power through these aches and pains. I played some guitar and did some laundry and then went upstairs. In the past, when these out-of-the-blue stomach pain issues hit me (I think there have been five since having the gastric bypass surgery on May 4, 2022… maybe six. I’m losing count) the only thing that gives me any relief is laying down on the floor on my side, curled up in a ball. Yeah, I don’t get it either. Today has not been nearly as bad as the really bad times, but I tried it anyway. I went fetal on the floor in front of my desk and just stayed like that for about an hour. It helped and by 9:00 I was able to get up and punch into work.
That was an hour ago. I’m starting to feel worse again, but is that because I have been up for four hours and have only had four ounces of water? Is it because it’s been almost three hours since I had anything to eat? My water bottle is staring at me. I think I am going to try to have a drink and see how it affects things. Wish me luck, oh my readers and only friends.
I was able to take some pictures in an effort to crank out the photo a day thing. Here’s one that I did not add to the photo a day photo album on Flickr…
Here’s another that I did not add to the photo album. The record is The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway, side one, by Genesis…
Here’s the one I added to the Flickr album. This is the winner. Robin, of course. Photo a day 27/365.
You know what? I like the results I get with my camera. iPhones take great pictures man, but they don’t take them like this… and I suck at this stuff and still take pics that look good. Imagine what someone with talent could do with my camera?
It helps that I have an A-list model to work with, of course. It’s not me, it’s her. Definitely. Thanks, Robin.
I brought this home from my father’s apartment over the weekend. Having it makes me sad and makes me happy at the same time. You could say I am conflicted.
It’s a radio, a CD player, a cassette player (believe it or not), and a turn table all in one. I miss my dad. Also, to make matters worse, today is my mother’s birthday. I miss my mom too. I really don’t like feeling this way.
Today’s drive went west…ish. We crossed into New Hampshire then went west across to Keene, which is almost Vermont, then north a little then East. Later we just drove around our little local region because we were listening to an audiobook in the car and didn’t want to stop. Later still, after dinner we went out and drove around again because the book is fascinating.
I only took a couple of photos. I don’t remember the name of the town. I could look it up but I’m really lazy.
Jen never goes with me when I go out to chase the sunrise. Well… I can’t say she never comes with me because she came with me today!
We went to Salisbury Beach for the sunrise this morning. On the way home we took a detour… sort of. We just pointed the car North and didn’t stop until we were up in the White Mountains. We left the house at 5:30am and got home after 4:00pm. What a day!
Here are some sunrise at the beach pics.
I should clarify, these are digital photos from the ocean. There were film shots too but you have to wait for those to get developed. I hope to ship them out to a lab tomorrow, along with the three rolls from our Florida trip back in May that have been waiting patiently.
There were also some pictures from a quick stop on Lake Winnipesaukee in Alton, NH as well. You’ll see some of those later tonight, I think,
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