The last day of April and I’m sad to see it go; really I am.
April was a relatively good month despite the cold weather and Winnie getting sick with some sort of cough and the medicine that made her pee so much but ultimately made her better. It’s just hard seeing the drinking and peeing after Daisy being sick with the same effects.
April was good, calm, normal. I love my job and I love where I live. Everything is status quo. Training and writing. Working and hiking. The snow has melted, and while it is not quite warm, it is finally starting to feel like spring.
Yesterday, Sunday my training plan called for a three hour run. I was hoping for as-close-to 18 miles as possible. The route was to run to Penacook, turn onto Washington St. then turn onto River Rd. then up Carter Hill and home. I forgot what a huge hill Carter Hill is [gasp!]. Final mileage: 16. I’ll take it!
The forecast was rain all day so I didn’t wear headphones. So no music the entire time. It was fine. New running routes help take the pain away. It’s amazing the sense of wonder you can get running in new places.
The sun came out for about five minutes during the entire three hours; it was mostly grey with a bit of green.
The two best things about the run: running next to the The Contoocook River and completing the 16 miles under 3 hours, which was about the same time I did the 16 mile Boston Prep Race in January. [proud moment]
Now I have one more high volume week, taper and race.
Jeff and I attempted to hike Mount Kearsarge last Saturday, April 21. It was finally a beautiful blue sky day and we arrived at the Winslow State Park trailhead to find over 10 cars lined up outside the gated entrance. The road to the trail was snow packed.
This was not a good sign.
We started the gradual uphill climb and passed a few groups heading down. We ask a man about trail conditions and he told us the Winslow trail would be tough going down without spikes on our shoes. We realized then it would be a short hike and continued on.
This was our first view of the valley looking northwest.
Then we got on the snowy trail heading north on the Barlow Trail.
We met many people coming down; some who made it to the top, with spikes, and many who were turning around. We walked about half a mile then turned around. We would get to the top another day.
A day when I wake up and have time to think and dream and write.
Today I ask: What am I doing with my life? What do I want to be?
These questions I’ve asked myself for most 30 plus years.
I think that right now is good. I think that what I’m doing is what I am suppose to be doing, for the most part.
Is my life what I envisioned for myself? No. But I don’t think many people in their fourth decade are living the life they imagined. If you are, email me. I’d love to talk to you.
As I look back on my goals and the list of things-I-want-to-do list I created in 1992, I see that I’ve reached almost all the goals I created for myself. There are a few things I haven’t done so today I created a new list of “things I want to do before I die”.
Here is my updated list, not in order of importance, with some left over from the original 1992 list and some new ones:
I watched the Jazz Singer last night. The movie was originally released in 1980 – 38 years ago. Man, those songs are so important. And the actors are fantastic:
I remember watching that movie so many years ago and loving the music and wishing I had Lucie Arnez’s hair.
The movie starts and ends with the song, America. Oh the irony of watching this movie today with the current administration not wanting anyone into our country. The song at both times in the movie is powerful with images of the Statue of Liberty. Such a great way to start a movie:
“Far, We’ve been traveling far. Without a home, But not without a star. Free, Only want to be free, We huddle close. Hang on to a dream. On the boats and on the planes, They’re coming to America. Never looking back again, They’re coming to America”
The movie is about so many things: following your dream, finding love, the importance of family. I may just have to watch it again.
I loved the scenes with Neil Diamond dancing and singing with Laurence Olivier.
Watching the movie again reminded me of my obsession with with Laurence Olivier in the 90s. I watched every movie and read every book about him and Vivien Leigh.
One of my all-time favorite songs from Neil Diamond is “Songs of Life”. When music is such a big part of your life and songs bring you to a particular place in time, this song is so meaningful.
“Songs of life, they ring From quiet steeples to distant valleys Along the hillsides of lovers’ hearts, Of lovers’ heart.
Come sing you songs of life, And they will keep you, From ever wanting, from ever needing, Forever more, forever more.
Oh, and when the moment’s true It sings so softly to me and you, You know it’s true.
So I sing my songs of life, That I will hold you inside forever, And you will know me, And I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine.”
We met Kendra and her boyfriend at Kettlehead and had a great time trying new beers. I had the Shuttlebus Rye IPA and the others tried flights of different beer. I forgot to take a picture of us.
Then Jeff I I headed north to hike off the calories to find that the trail we were hoping to hike was closed: Rattlesnake Mountain. Bummer. So we decided to drive to Meredith, get some coffee and walk around. This is the southern tip of Lake Winnipesaukee and normally it is bumper to bumper traffic, according to Jeff.
But it is March so there wasn’t much traffic. The day was sunny and in the 50s. A perfect day for a road trip.
Then we headed to Bristol to find the Woodman’s Brewery, a very rural-type tap room. We lost cell service in Bristol and need to actually ask for directions. Once we found it – it was indeed rural up a hilly paved road, then the driveway was a hilly-muddy dirt round. I had the Subaru so we made it just fine. And, boy, was it worth it.
The people were fantastic and I was able to bring Winnie inside.
It was a good road trip followed by some great Vegan food at Hermanos back in Concord.
Today, Sunday, I spent the morning with my parents, went to church with my Mom and then we walked on the beach in Rye. It was the first time I can remember that there were big seashells on the sand. I brought a few home to remember the day.