Friday, December 27, 2013

Journals of a Human Being, Homo sapiens, male: July 16th, 1981 thru December 27th, 2013

Friday, December 27th, 2013 @0840 hours
      Sunny morning. I feel as though I went through some kinda birth yesterday. Bicycled to Alexandria, VA from Oxon Hill Library and Meade Church wasn't open. Also bicycled to Christ House and a sign on their door said closed until 01/02/14. Okay then. I decided to go to the Barrett Branch of Alexandria Library...looked up more on the Pelton Pump for generating electric using low amounts of water w/ high head and manual pumps...realizing the dead end of spending any more energy on that "project." I thought perhaps that was the "project" Marie the Psychic was talking about at Gurney's in Montauk when Chris had me spend some time w/ her. Am thinking I have a clearer understanding of the "Project." Actually very enjoyable. Thank you.
     I was rather emotional after emailing Ed a "thank you" for his thoughtful Christmas card and explaining some of the stressors I was feeling when I saw him/family @ Diane and Bob's. In fact my eyees were briming with tears as I logged off. Had to go into the men's bathroom to cry. Then on my bicycle ride back to the Temple, after reading some books I'd placed a "hold" on that arrived @the library: Allen Ginsberg's Poems and another book about the influence of gay authors on American literture in the sun by the water near the Torpedo Factory, was finding myself to be rather emotional...no doubt, not having lunch was playing a role in my raw emotions. Actually had to sit for a while along the WWB and cry for a while...
     When I got home I felt so cold. Heated up a container of chicken broth that I got from the Food Pantry last Saturday and ate the whole thing plus lots of water w/ honey (from Oystercatcher bees) plus wax. Still cold, so I started the water running in the tub for a good soak. It helped but still seemed to get cold too quickly. Made me think of other times I'd been so cold...early 2000s in November after snorkeling in Napeague Harbor for bay scallops to take to NC for the holiday, January 1996 after the blizzard when I drove from Springs to c-ville adn the land, X-country skiing then camping in my tent in snow on the land, then not being able to get my feet into my frozen/misformed x-country ski-boots, the time it took to get them thawed in my sleeping bag, then ski back to the car; getting swamped as Jenn and I kayaked across Shark River Bay in February 1992 and having to swim to land and probably the first time in July 1986 when a thundeerstorm doused the tent Gary and I were camping in in the Walking Dunes by Napeague Harbor after we'd bicycled there from Southampton one weekend.
     More recently, the 2x thuderstorms got me on my "End of Times, Beginning of Life" ride-in campaign for President in May 2012. First storm was the night I stayed/camped in the waterfront park in Oriental, NC. That was the same day where I met the guy in the park on the other side of the Neuse River near Cherry Branch Ferry who'd tried to kill himself and waved me over to call 911. The second time on that trip was @ Anteitam National Battlefield on Sunday of Memorial Day weekend. After getting to the battlefield at about 4 that afternoon, I got sick 3x and felt so lousy I just set up my tent behind the Visitor's Center after everyone had left. Then a huge thunderstorm came that had my tent blowing likea plastic grocery bag, I was wet and in a ball, face-down, trying to stay warm. It was a beautiful sunndy day on Monday.
     Anyway after thinking about all those experiences and not having any luck getting warm/hot water to add to the tub, I opted to crawl into bed after a long period of crying while I lay belly-down in the tub in the dark bathroom...definitely felt like being in "the womb."
      As I lay in bed, I had more feelings/thinking maybe this is what a baby feels like before birth. Comfy and warm in a dark place. I also had chills...interesting just experiencing those chills, they felt like radiating circles starting from the side of my chest then spreading over my whole body...I wondered if that's what contractions felt like to a baby as it's mother is getting ready to go into labor.
     Funny how I definitely could relate to being a baby as I lay in bed. Feeling okay but then tears errupting from out of nowhere w/ waves of chills. Eventually I fell asleep.

4 comments:

  1. I woke up ~2100 hours hungry. The thought "I have to feed myself" was in my mind...funny thiking about the two feeding places being closed...I found some home made pasta w/ spaghetti sauce I'd made a few nights back but didn't eat much of then becasue I wasn't feeling so well/beginning my cold. Ate all of that plus some kale w/ garlic plus pieces of baguette w/ butter, lots of dried banana chips I'd made plus a can of peaches. Stuffed, I went back t bed and slept through till this a.m. @ 0730, Yogi curled up in a ball beside me. Wow!

    Have decided that I want to "read" through my journals from beginning to end. AS I do my "reading" I figured I'd simply type tem into the computer via Blogger.
    Seems to me that's fulfilling a couple purposes, getting them digitized so I can geet rid of the jornals, create an option to generate funds from them/my experiences...people keep telling me I should "write a book" and give me some "work" that I enjoy doing, especially while I've got a place that's paid for through the end of April. Fact is while I'm happy to apply to Pizza Hut and IHOP, my age - 49- and all my experiences, etc...they won't hire me. No point kidding myself or wasting time doing that. Likewise trying to write a book out of my journals...what's the point? I'm not a writer, besides my journals are just my experiences...straight-up what I'm experiencing. Whatever.
    Have decided to call it: "Journals of a Human Being, Homo sapiens, male: July 16th, 1981 through December 27th, 2013.

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  2. Love you, Craig. Keep writing - your emotions are raw, and real - and the whole process can be so cathartic.

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  3. July 16th, 1981
    Just what you've been waiting for; the first page of my journal. I'll start off by re-capping my stay in Florida. We worked on Mike and Terry's sailboat for three days. I met Steve Acuff and Joe Sardinski. Each with his own philosophy about work, religion, etc. Steve seemed to be, as Terry put it, an eternally happy kind of person and Joe was trying to be one with "is." Ying and Yang - Taoist's - not to deal with just good and bad. Met Sandi and Sandy, someof Terry's friends - really nice women - in all ways. Visited Rosie O'Gradie's Good Time Emporium - I had a great time even though I was continually turned down. Received good advice from Terry on rejection: "If a girl says 'no' you should think to yourself you are lucky." "Think of it as a game and expect to be turned down."
    I learned how to windsurf, play chess and received lots of good advice. Thanks, Terry.
    The trip back was long. I was glad to see Diane, Karen and Tom. Talk about fun-loving people. As I write this I wonder how I can become so depressed as many times as I do with knowing all these turely beautiful, loving people. This may sound corny but it is the REAL truth.

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