Cancer log 109: Several people offered to come with us to the beach next time, which is very nice of them, but I think one thing I didn't mention about the whole beach trip is that my favorite part was being mostly alone in nature. Keeping an eye on the kids, yes, but there was lots of staring at the lake with its little waves, watching the clouds slide by, just being silent with the water and the breeze. That's the part that's most rejuvenating right now. This whole year, the more introverted side of my personality has been emerging; when I feel physically bad, I don't seem to want much in the way of company. I turn inward, and I think I've been lucky that Kevin is enough of an introvert that he can just leave me alone for most of the day without feeling upset that I'm ignoring him.
It's a little bit of a challenge getting out to nature -- a camping trip sounds idyllic, but is beyond my capabilities at the moment. But I find it where I can. Early morning in the garden, before it gets hot, is really helpful. I alternate little bits of garden work (as much as my heart can take at a time) with sitting on the porch with the laptop. And photos, of course. This little Canadian climbing rose (Darlow's Enigma) has been blooming pretty continuously for months and months this year. I don't always notice it, because it's blooming fairly high on a pergola at this point, but when I do, it always makes me smile.
