the wind, pushed forward by the waves of the sea
(as if propelled)
moves across the sand,
gracefully
surprisingly gracefully.
so that when it reaches me
it’s a soft exhale
that moves the fine unkempt hairs
horizontally
over my closed eye lids.
who knew that even when
the wind makes us ticklish
we can contemplate
the world.
Why hello there! It’s been a long time since I’ve felt that I had something to say that didn’t have to do with “you know what” ((whispers) nursing school). I recently told my roommate (proudly, I might add) that I hadn’t thought about “you know what” all day- but then questioned if thinking about how you haven’t thought about something, actually counts as thinking about the thing itself. I’m pretty sure it does not. But perhaps I’m lying to myself in a desperate attempt to escape anything nursing school- at least for three weeks that is. Omy. Because of my words, you are probably thinking to yourself. “Wow, she really hates school!” Not true- it’s just that… let me explain… Someone recently asked me if nursing school was ‘kicking my ass’, I told them that it didn’t kick it so much as it made it sore. That’s right. It’s not school in itself that I desperately needed a break from; it was the building, it was Baltimore in general. We literally spent 12 1/2, 9 1/2, 7 1/2 (our blessed “short day”) hours sitting in classrooms, or being in lab. Then we’d come home and sit at our desks and work on assignments.
Our bony prominences hurt. Real bad! And if there’s one thing I can take away from my first semester, I’ve learned that long sedentary hours on bony prominences can lead to pressure ulcers. Bad news bears people. Don’t worry, I did not develop pressure ulcers on my prominences. I’m way too wiggly for that.
Aside from my memories of my prominences, and soreness, and long hours in room 140, I am again, feeling happy as a lark, but this time, because I am free for two more weeks!
In other unrelated happy news:
Rachel got a bike!! (I don’t compeltely know why that was written in third person) but it’s awesome!! Way better than my expensive little REI bike that is sitting in Seattle. I got my vintage French red bike with a basket and bell (thank you Mya!) for $75!! I know, I know, you are soo jealous, but don’t judge me for what I am about to say… I deserved it.
In other not as exciting, but almost as equally important news: New York. I was there for the first time and it was splendid! I walked probably 20 miles (I’m totally serious) so I didn’t feel the least bit bad about my lack of self restraint as I ate a gluten free, vegan; oatmeal raisin cookie for breakfast, chocolate cupcake for dessert, and chocolate cheese cake for my other dessert.
Alrighty friends! Sorry to rush off in such a hurry, but I have just been informed that I must finish now! I’m on my way to the beach with a car full of bikes!
More soon!
Loves!
