I am very slowly feeling like I am getting back into the groove of being an artist librarian mother teacher.

Moving was a lot easier when I was younger.

I wrote this poem on Sunday:

Now that I'm here
And I've been here awhile,
I'm sitting exhausted
Trying to dredge up a smile.

There's beauty around me
And I know why I came.
But my mind keeps on asking
Am I really insane?

I did this willingly.
To myself. It is true.
And I do believe, through challenges,
We grow - through and through.

Some things have seemed easy.
But more have been hard.
I wish I could sit home
And just be a bard.

Perhaps there's a future
When that might happen
And today I must rest
Because time's a tappin'.

Ironically, right after I wrote that, my son and I went four-wheeling out at the beach with my friends. It was awesome! The beach was awesome. And one of my friends is a fisher and a clammer and went out clamming in the bay. We drove along the ocean, but actually went in the water in the bay.

And the sky was an amazing sight to behold.

Later that evening, my son and I both tried clams on the half-shelf for the first time. I’d always been scared to try raw shellfish before. I’m glad I tried them; they were really good. We also had some great clam chowder with lots of Long Island veggies.