June 18, 2008
We’ve been in Maine since Monday pretty early afternoon. We decided to head on up and spent some time in Freeport before heading in to Bangor and my uncle John’s place. We arrived to find my aunt Jo, her husband Rick and her kids Tyler and Carly already here, then my cousins Chris and Nick and my uncle Norman and his wife Pat exploded into the house within about 15 minutes of each other. It was wonderful – I could not believe that I could get my hands on them and hug them all I wanted. I was touched that they all showed up for me. I think somewhere I was afraid they would not have the connection to me that I feel for them. Regardless, we were together and noisy and I was on cloud five hundred fifty-three.
The weather has been rainy and cold and if McKenzie says one more time that she’s freezing we may beat her and tie her outside. McKenzie of course did NOT heed my warnings about New England not actually being warm during the month of June and only has shorts and t-shirts to wear. She did bring one pair of jeans, but after a few days those things really needed a wash.
Went up to Bar Harbor yesterday and climbed around one of my favorite spots on the coast. It’s rocky and windy and the view is amazing. It’s also the spot where I sat at about 7 or 8 months pregnant with McKenzie and the first spark of determination that my child would not have the experiences I did began to light. The girls loved climbing around the rocks and looking for sea life trapped in the pools in the rocks created when the tide went out. We found a small crab and some small fish but nothing too big.
We walked around Bar Harbor and I finally had my fix of Maine blueberry ice cream, my most favorite in the whole world. John picked up some mussels and Paul and I grabbed some cheese and bread and wine and we had a pretty light dinner and crashed early. Today we look for the place my uncle Frank is buried. He was the only person in my mother’s family that I was close to and I am very sorry that when he needed me I was not able to save him. Things happen the way they are supposed to I guess and there was some dynamic between he and Judy that I could do nothing about, but it was just tragic.
So today sober, but tonight family will come for dinner and I will see my grandparents and I will celebrate what I have.
We’ve been in Maine since Monday pretty early afternoon. We decided to head on up and spent some time in Freeport before heading in to Bangor and my uncle John’s place. We arrived to find my aunt Jo, her husband Rick and her kids Tyler and Carly already here, then my cousins Chris and Nick and my uncle Norman and his wife Pat exploded into the house within about 15 minutes of each other. It was wonderful – I could not believe that I could get my hands on them and hug them all I wanted. I was touched that they all showed up for me. I think somewhere I was afraid they would not have the connection to me that I feel for them. Regardless, we were together and noisy and I was on cloud five hundred fifty-three.
The weather has been rainy and cold and if McKenzie says one more time that she’s freezing we may beat her and tie her outside. McKenzie of course did NOT heed my warnings about New England not actually being warm during the month of June and only has shorts and t-shirts to wear. She did bring one pair of jeans, but after a few days those things really needed a wash.
Went up to Bar Harbor yesterday and climbed around one of my favorite spots on the coast. It’s rocky and windy and the view is amazing. It’s also the spot where I sat at about 7 or 8 months pregnant with McKenzie and the first spark of determination that my child would not have the experiences I did began to light. The girls loved climbing around the rocks and looking for sea life trapped in the pools in the rocks created when the tide went out. We found a small crab and some small fish but nothing too big.
We walked around Bar Harbor and I finally had my fix of Maine blueberry ice cream, my most favorite in the whole world. John picked up some mussels and Paul and I grabbed some cheese and bread and wine and we had a pretty light dinner and crashed early. Today we look for the place my uncle Frank is buried. He was the only person in my mother’s family that I was close to and I am very sorry that when he needed me I was not able to save him. Things happen the way they are supposed to I guess and there was some dynamic between he and Judy that I could do nothing about, but it was just tragic.
So today sober, but tonight family will come for dinner and I will see my grandparents and I will celebrate what I have.
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