Chocolate River

Return to Hopewell, and the driver’s seat, and some sense of normalcy in the head again.  At last, it is a fearful trip, when you don’t know from whence it comes, and the inability to control it is palpable.  Fortunately the argument time got done, and with it a two night reprieve down the Fundy coast. The lighthouse overpriced and overheated, nightmares and nocturnal efforts not quite on point.  Will lucky #7 for the bill, after a day on the ocean floor and a patio supper watching the lobster fishers roll up on the tide.  The regularity of that sure is a wonder.   Dig out those old pictures, they are somewhere.

I don’t know where this latest outburst leads, but need to soon change it up in some manner.  What is the solution?  Perhaps there is not one, although that seems absurd.  Remember the Jamie drive on Xmas day?  When was that?  So long ago.  Funny to recall, here on this old couch.  How many others have been, never with these exact dilemmas, but probably not too dissimilar either.  In some ways frustrating to need to deal with the human relations if it, but in other ways essential to the life experience.  Try not to forget.  The clouds above today, as the waves beat the ocean floor amidst the muddy flower pots.