Another Sunday At The Pier

I went up to Luna Pier again today. In the spring I spent every moment I could at Secor Park. I loved taking the dogs there for walks. Or after work I would go out there and walk by myself and then sit in the sun and read for awhile before coming home. I just needed to get out in the open. But then after about Mother's Day, the mosquitos became so bad it was no longer enjoyable. I went out there one Sunday and just driving in with my window cracked these huge mosquitos got in and terrorized me. So I guess Luna Pier is my new openness. It's not really my new openness, I have gone up there for years as a place of contemplation.

The pier goes out about 1/8th mile I guess, so I walk the pier and then sit in the sun. Today it was quite choppy and these huge blankets of seaweed were everywhere in the water creating dark ominous shadows in the water. There's always old men and boys with their dads fishing off the pier. Today there was this family of 3 boys and a girl. Well, I didn't realize they were all together because the mother and daughter were a short way away from the boys and father. I was thinking, hmmm he's cute, no wedding ring. Then I found out later they were all together as they left. Of course, "she" was very nice and commented to me what a beautiful day it was...while I felt guilty I had been coveting her husband's ass. Well arms really, I have an arm thing. Kind of weird. Then one of the boys about 9 yrs old walks past me, proudly carrying the lone fish they all caught and he says to me "I caught it!" Actually he should have been proud because it was probably 10 inches long and went a couple pounds. I said "Wow, are you going to eat it?". Again pangs of guilt for lasciviously coveting his father's ass, I mean arms. Dang nice family. And he's like "yep!"...So cute.

As I sat there, thinking, thinking...I'm always thinking. Does everyone do this. What else is there to do when you are not talking, which I don't do a lot as I spend so much time alone. But I get the sense that maybe not everyone does all this thinking, because one of my friends at work said I have the strangest thoughts. But can the mind be shut down? Someone tell me, am I some anomaly because I can't shut it off. I just hop around from one thought to the other. Some inane, some deep and thoughtful...And don't recommend therapy, please. I have spent my time there...it just makes me think more. And at some point, you just have to accept that life can suck and all the talking about it isn't changing it.

Anyway, so I sat there, soaking up some sun...watching the kids play on the beach...thinking that my sister and her husband may be one of those sails I saw in the distance. They started on a month long vacation (laughing, they are retired how can they be on vacation but if they want to call it that, ok) on Friday. heading to Port Clinton from Cleveland and then on to Windsor and they will go up to the upper Great Lakes. And then I heard a cry of a sea gull quite close. I look up from my bench on the pier and note two gulls sitting on the lamp post above my head and one of them had his ass end poised over the edge of the lamp they were sitting on directly above my head. I sat there thinking "Oh no you won't, will you? Geez, please, not that...I can't take the shit life throws at you and now your shit too!" I waited breathlessly, thinking "please go away, please, I don't want sea gull poop on me". But it was a good day today! Suddenly another gull found something down the pier of interest and let out that screeching alarm to the other gulls and my terrorist gull flew away. Dodged that bullet...or bomb as the case may be.