Good to see you, dear readers.
Or good to see your page hits at least, because I can’t actually see your beautiful faces. I’m sitting on my hotel room floor watching le Tour de France with my Dad, and as I’m not urgently invested in the race at this stage (and he’s now flicking between golf and softball), I thought I’d type a few words.
Today was a long day in a classroom, during which I learned everything there is to know about fibromyalgia. What we think it is, how we think it’s caused, and what we know is the best way to deal with it. Unfortunately there’s not much that can be done to ameliorate symptoms, but there are various methods of coping with the symptoms and working through them to live a happy, fulfilling and productive life. This fills me with great hope, and I am bound and determined to kick ass. I’m extremely grateful that I come by stubbornness naturally, and I don’t have to work at it, because it makes stuff like this way easier. Thanks, Mom, for crafting a child nearly as stubborn as you.
After the interminable day (9 hours of class for a room full of tired, achy people, who have just learned that moderation is the key to all happiness?), Dad and I zonked out for an hour, then ate some very embiggening pannekoeken (what I’ll probably miss about Rochester the most). To end the day on a happy note we returned to Quarry Hill Nature Park, and I spent a gleeful evening running around looking at birds. Which means it’s that time again:
THE BIRD LIST
Some new ones for you this evening! Male and female Goldfinches, Blue Jays and Northern Cardinals were seen, as well as a pair of juvenile Rose-Breasted Grosbeaks. Firsts for the trip though included a juvenile Downy Woodpecker, a Cedar Waxwing, a group of Blackpoll Warblers (often heard, never seen), a Hermit Thrush, a bunch of Eastern Wood-Pewees (SO ADORABLE!), and what I am nearly certain was a Bell’s Vireo. Also spotted were Song Sparrow, House Sparrow, White-Breasted Nuthatch, Dark-Eyed Junco, American Robin, Black-Capped Chickadee, Mallard Duck (female, pretending to be wounded so that I wouldn’t notice her adorable brood of 8 ducklings), Brown-Headed Cowbird, and Brewer’s Blackbird. A good crop, all told!
I am two appointments from freedom. It’s rather nice here in Rochester now that the hellish heat wave has subsided, but I’m starting to really miss home. It’ll be nice to be back for a couple of weeks before I have to move. Now, it’s time to finish watching either Conan the Barbarian or le Tour.