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PROGRAMMING NOTE from the Author and Archivist


So obviously I just stopped blogging on this platform. I'll get back to it eventually. Or not. I'm taking a break from all social media. It seemed necessary for my mental health.

The last few years have been busy and … challenging:

- 2015 Happened.
- 2016 Let's call it The Lost Year. (Obviously words failed me.)
- 2017 about broke me. Literally. Mentally.
- 2018 was ridiculous, proving 2017 was just a warm up. (Good thing I was already broken so it couldn't hurt as much.#2018TrashCanFire I thought things were going okay, but maybe not?)

- 2019 was such a blur. I know there were highlights, but then stuff happened and carried into the next year...

- And then in March#2020 really took a turn. Who can even categorize 2020? Do we dare?


I kinda want a do-over of some of the last few years. But life doesn’t work that way.


So for now, I'm hunkering down. Regrouping. Trying to stay safe and sort some stuff out.


Stay safe everyone. Stay well.

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Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Letters to Ollie J - Sept. 15, 1997

9/15/97

[New York]

Dear Grandma [Ollie],

Please forgive me but I was waiting for my film to come back from the shop to send some of the better pictures to you. It’s amazing what I found on the roll – things from my trips to Boston in October & February, JJ packing to leave, and pictures from my long awaited vacation earlier this month. On the one hand, I can’t believe the time has flown by and on the other it felt like the summer crawled by due to work [Caramoor Festival]. I loved being at the Cape. I finally had a chance to really relax in an environment that had nothing to do with work. I walked on the beach, explored an old wreck of a pier, fed seagulls, shopped, and even painted Mom’s bedroom in the trailer. I’ve been back to work for exactly a week now and as much as I was pining for the weekend, I didn’t really expect to have to take Friday off – but my car had other ideas. I spent the day dealing with my brakes, which had magically disappeared. Thankfully no on got hurt, the mechanic wasn’t unreasonable and my car feels MUCH MUCH better.

So life is to back to work, work, and more work, but I’m looking forward to seeing JJ in a few weeks and going to Maine over Columbus Day weekend.

I love you and miss you very much.

Love

[Auntie Nettie]

enclosures:
Prints of boat wreck on Uncle Tim’s Island, on Wellfleet on the Cape
“Hidden Stairs” on Uncle Tim’s Island, on Wellfleet on the Cape
Old North Church, Boston, MA
Jetties on Mayo Beach, Wellfleet on the Cape

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