July 18, 2025

Pier in Searsport, Me. during sunset.

My big brother, pleasant afternoon, good food, love, and family.  Always good things.  Always a sense of belonging, a warmth.  So to have Paul and Molly on Loren's porch eating a nice lunch was sweet.

I didn't get as much work done as I would have liked, but we did other things that were just as important. 

Loren loving Bosco, a three times daily event.   He's pretty dedicated to her.  Its a sweet relationship.

We went down to watch the sunset at the boat ramp.  We were facing east and I thought that we might get a good reflection, but we got this gorgeous scene that was serene and watched the reds and oranges along the road.

It takes a long time to download this many photos from my phone to my computer without the chord so I'm not getting as many as I would have liked.  But this gives you an idea.  

7:20

74

Partly cloudy

Swallows are back

Algae growing above the mud now

I could probably walk across in

Christopher Robin boots

if the quicksand didn’t get me

 

I’m full of too much food

Too much not paying attention to enough

enough

You only need a little

you don’t need all of it

Too much care

too much thought

too much focus on the minutia

and the hurt

pricks dotting the surface

of my heart

of my sleeve

too much

It’s too much of a good thing

it’s the knowledge that you don’t know

It’s the sinking into sudden mud.

Going past the ocean drop

Past just where the waves break

It’s too warm for a summer night

A yearning that just arrived

An ending I can’t memorize

maybe

in fact

it’s not quite enough