Really? Both, although I’m more likely to be awake for the latter rather than the former, unless I’ve been up all night. Which happens a lot more than I’d like. Not my picture here, it’s sunrise at Nauset Beach, Orleans, Mass.
I love, love, love living in Massachusetts, and especially in my own little town. Where I’m meant to be. We are a good state, very progressive in spite of sometime having idiot Republican governors, and it’s a great little town to live in. Very user friendly, if that makes any sense. Oh, maybe I’ll stick on a picture.
Photo by Bob McKeon
Here’s one from maybe the 1940’s? I’m lucky to have found that my town has it’s own Facebook page, where people post a lot of old photos. Memories. I lived here when I came to New England, for about seven years. Where I’m meant to be. Then we moved to NH for work and lived there for twenty some years, then I got to come home again. You can see where I live in this old picture. Down the street from the school, all the way on the corner on the right.
I am angry at life today. Relatively pain-free, which leaves room for actual life stuff. Angry Jean is angry. Not going into details, just angry and frustrated and hopeless. I’ll get over it. I always do. Not that anyone cares anyway.