Tuesday, March 20, 2012
My Little Town (and the one next door!)
This morning we left at about 9 to walk over to Topsham, the town next door where Bill works. He wanted to walk partway to his place of employment so he could see how he felt and how much time it took. We took the walking bridge over the Androscoggin River. On one side is Brunswick and on the other is Topsham. The bridge is about a 10 or 15 minute walk from our home. We ended up walking about half the distance to work and then came home a different way, taking a different bridge a little further down the river. Bill felt good and figures he can get to work in about an hour on foot. We both thought that he would not be able to do it if he was still on the diltiazem, so we were reminded again about how glad we were that he is off it now.
Bill and I took a ride to Westbrook yesterday afternoon, where we picked up a cheapo computer monitor that ad been advertised on Craigslist. The screen on his laptop went black and he needed a monitor to still be able to use it. We had to drive through Portland. Both of us got tense and I got my usual bad vibe. I don't like cities. I never really have, but it seems like I have less tolerance for them now. Portland, Maine is not a big city by any stretch of the imagination, but it gives me the same tensed up and unpleasant feeling that I always get. Both of us try--pretty successfully--to avoid it. When we first came to Maine, we thought we might live there. I knew on the very first day that I did not want to do that and when we got to Brunsiwck a week later, I knew that this is where we needed to stay. I am glad we ended up here. It won't be forever--no place ever is with me. But I am here now. I do not have to love summer, but I can be grateful that I am here instead of where I used to be, that I am not in a city, and that it is green and pretty and not dead.