This was probably not the best day to spend in a class. From ten in the morning until four in the afternoon that is where I was. It was a training class to train people to make presentations for suicide prevention through the
AFSP. I'm still on the fence as to whether this is something that I want to do. It seems to be all volunteer and I am involved in another volunteer organization. Historical education doesn't quite compare to possibly saving people's lives, but I am committed to the SCA for the next few years. That said, it seems this wouldn't have a huge time commitment if I did want to do it.
The reason that it wasn't the best day to be in class is that the weather was gorgeous. The class took place at a YMCA, so seeing people come and go in shorts didn't seem odd. It is the eleventh of January in NH and stepping outside around four in the afternoon and finding the temperature over 60 degrees was surprising. Perhaps I should watch the weather report more often. I seem to remember seeing that it would be in the 50's, but I don't think I believed it. Walking out of the class, the sun starting to get low I decided that I needed to go to the beach.
I was only a few towns away from the ocean and so I let Z know I would be home later than expected and headed down the road. Again I was surprised. This time by how many other people were at the beach. I shouldn't have been, I know, but I was. It wasn't busy like summer, there was parking, and most folks were not on the sand. I walked on the sand for a bit and then onto the sidewalk as it got dark. The wind was blowing and the air was fresh. The sun set and most of the people went away. Walking the beach is my
happy for today. The weather was so nice there were motorcycles and convertibles out.
I tried to chase the moon for a little bit too.
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