Inspiration for unlimited potential… We’ve just gotten back from our trip to Chicago last night. I did post a few images of Millennium Park on…
Musings of a Bronxite Living in the South
Inspiration for unlimited potential… We’ve just gotten back from our trip to Chicago last night. I did post a few images of Millennium Park on…
It seems as though everyone is happy with this year’s City Stages, even the guys talked to by the Birmingham News in today’s paper. (Steady…
Last week produce shopping returned to Linn Park as the Park Place Market (related to the Pepper Place Market) began its second year downtown. The…
There’s a lot to see and do this week. I’ve been seen a lot myself recently, leading to some insane concoction of meds that I’m still not quite understanding (however, they are making all of these things that are currently wrong with me bearable enough so I can catch up on work). I’ve also been told that I need to take time off. While I would normally argue with anyone attempting to get me to slow down, I may have to agree with the 1st, 2nd and 3rd opinions I’ve gotten on the subject. I figured I’d warn all of you before I go on, depending on what I end up doing for those days. I’ve seen how people start to wonder if something is wrong. I’ll fill everyone in that is interested once they’ve finally figured it out and I understand it.
Most of this current medical mumbo jumbo stuff relates to extreme stress. One of the great things about my time in Savannah was that I always had a safety valve for stress release close by. Before the days of six mile excursions for fun (or the 25-mile bike rides), there was the ability to escape into nature within the city. I never had an apartment or house while in Savannah where I could not hang out outside. In every case I was converted from the New Yorker who used parks for endless basketball games to someone who couldn’t go a weekend, even in winter, without standing out on a deck, in a landscaped courtyard, one of the downtown squares (or living rooms as I’ve heard some people refer to them) or just hanging out in Forsyth Park after making my running buddy Bobby suffer through my attempts at fitness. All of those spaces allowed for contact with nature, friends, and forced relaxation. Don’t get me wrong; I enjoy the loft that Bets and I currently live in. But I’m one of those rare ones that actually misses cutting grass, or sitting on the roof of a carport looking at the stars(despite others thinking that I didn’t like to), or listening to the symphony or the band play one half block away providing free entertainment for a courtyard party.
So, why mention all of this?
I’m still playing catch up with work and health issues, resulting in not being comfortable with either one right now. Hopefully it’ll get better soon.…