Is it really September? While running this morning, I came upon a walker who’s a high school teacher. I asked her when the first day of school was, and she said “Tomorrow.” Having been there and done that as a teacher, I quipped “I’m sorry.” Her response? “It had to happen some day.
I guess I should take that to heart. I succeeded in wringing every moment out of summer but now that it’s labor Day + 2, I have to agree with her. It happened. Summer’s over, and to add insult to injury, I’d been really banking on spending the whole 3-day weekend at the lake, but @#!&* !! it was a rainy weekend .
It gets worse, today was the type of day I’d been waiting for in vain all summer – 90 degrees and extremely humid. And I had to work! So I’m finding solace remembering a day at Jones Beach a couple of weeks ago ————–
I decided to take a break from baking in the sun so I excused myself from friends to take a solitary walk and be with myself. That was all self needed to ramble on. Being a captive audience I had no choice but to listen.
First thing we came upon was a flag up by the bath house. In some kind of weird synapse intersection my mind said “Where’s the bear?”
I realized a deja vu moment had collided with reality, and for a moment I was seeing the district office of Oak Grove School District in San Jose where I used to teach, and where the state flag of California was always waving in the breeze.
The shapes of the buildings were similar, as were the colors plus the flat landscape……. then my focus popped into gear and I wondered if the connection wasn’t even more circuitous …
This is the flag that started it all. It’s flying over the First Aid station. Put a hyphen in the middle and you get Medi-Cal which is California’s state Medicaid program.
(No one ever said my mind works like other people’s – especially where words are involved.)
Now that the California state flag was on my mind I wondered “Where the heck is the New York state flag – after all, this is a New York State Park”
I set off in search. I decided to walk along the boardwalk. I used to walk on it with my family many moons ago but back then it was a soft wood board walk – as in SPLINTERS, and it gave off a damp tar-like smell
But between Superstorm Sandy and medical research, the nostalgic feel of the boardwalk and the smell live only in my memory. Sandy demolished most of the boardwalk, and creosote, the wood preservative substance responsible for the smell, was found to be cancerous. So the new boardwalk built last year is made of ipe bethebera, a Brazilian hardwood that is so hard, nails will not penetrate. The boards have to be screwed in
(Editorial commeny: Speaking of screwed. Brazilian hardwood? Is New York screwing up the rainforest !)
Deciding to visit the bathroom as long as I was here, I came upon this sign.
Is this term a blast from the past or what? But I guess it says it all, doesn’t it?
With all the free-form rambling my mind was doing, it forgot what it was looking for in the first place, but my eyes find it – the New York State flag!
But then, as I head back to my friends on the beach, my eyes find something I wish they didn’t.
Since this blog is rated PG, my mind’s ramblings had to be cut by the censor!