This week found me hitting the east coast, the place I had been aiming for since the beginning of the year, with plenty of stops along the way. I lived in Massachusetts for 12 years (Boston, Acton, Stow, and Beverly, to be precise) so it feels like coming home in a way. And it took me about 10 seconds to remember the rules of MA driving, which include never acknowledging the other drivers and taking a yellow light to be the same as a green light. I may have a Washington plate on my car, but I can hold my own with the crazy traffic and drivers of Cape Cod in the summertime.
The flowers are in full bloom here, and I’ve enjoyed walking around the neighborhood and checking them out. This bunch by the beach was simply beautiful.
There are a few little beaches within walking distance, with rights of way for locals (which my friend definitely is, and I’m staying at her house, so by extension, I’m kind of a local…) and I’ve been down every day to check them out.
Yesterday, I hit low tide perfectly and so I was able to walk from one beach to the next, looking for cool shells and sea glass along the way. This was how I spent my late afternoon and evening, and was pretty much the perfect way to end the day.
The hand continues to improve, albeit slowly, and I have started in with a new hand therapist 2x a week for the next month. New exercises, stretches to the point of ow, ow, ow, and someday I might be able to make a fist, which is the end goal. Right now, it’s still mostly a pipe dream, my fingers can’t really bend from the palm very well yet, but I’m working on it. 10 times a day. Seriously, that’s the drill: 10 exercises, 10 times a day.
That doesn’t seem like the best way to end the weekly update, so I’ll put my favorite photo from yesterday up as the closer.
How blessed is the last light before the dark. That last, rebellious, and triumphant spark, before it too becomes the ash of night.
Tyler Knott Gregson