under the radar

9/14/25

feet are still weeping every day, and every day feel uncomfortable and gross, and still must wear the bandages, and still feel, when I walk a lot, the bandage sticking and unsticking with every step – the worst feeling. But also, recently, noticed that the area affected seems to be shrinking, and it feels just less severe in general, compared to the earliest few months, and have been feeling hope creeping in with the weather getting colder, and when checking the pollen, it is now slowly on the decrease. Just feeling a bit more energetic and hopeful lately, that skin is now going to get better, and since we’re traveling now to places with less pollen year round, hopefully better for good.

9/15/25

it’s this under the radar feeling, living like this. like we’re not in the thick of it all, not affected by rush hour or traditional work or mainstream housing or the mainstream schedule…which i like a lot. 

9/18/25

A picture I wanted to take when we were at our last campsite in Cape May Courthouse: we passed this store solely dedicated to Trump, I think it was called Donald Trump Merchandise. Just couldn’t believe it lol.

we were also near this Italian place named Gerry Terry’s that I really wanted to try, but they had reduced hours and we had truck trouble, needing to bring it in to the auto shop, and were without transportation for a bit, and just couldn’t fit it in. 

On the way to our next campsite in Mays Landing, we passed a road sign that said like reduced speed when horse carriages are present, which I thought was cool, but it all passed too quickly for me to take a pic.

such a difference between our first campsite and the next. At our first in Cape May Courthouse, we had so much more space between the trailers and things seemed more open and beautiful. Here in Mays Landing, the trailers are scrunched together and space is tight and it’s not as beautiful. Even the facilities here, like the laundry, only take quarters, which bewildered us last night. I needed a total about $12 in quarters to wash and dry two loads of laundry. We only realized this after we had loaded the clothes in the washer, so went to check the office (which was closed), so then drove to the nearest ShopRite and I had to ask there for the quarters (I cleaned out one cashier’s stock  and had to impose on another cashier and ask her for the other $6 in quarters). Our first campsite’s laundromat took credit card, which was so much easier, to just swipe it. i’m grateful we started out at the nicer one though – that’s what I would’ve chosen for myself- to start off pleasantly so it didn’t taint my opinion on the whole experience.

The boys left me alone at home today, it was really nice to have quiet time to myself. R took Hunter with him to go pick up a washer-dryer for our trailer, it was located in Philadelphia, so they were gone a few hours. I didn’t get to do anything else but work, but still it was nice.

9/19/25

tonight, almost 11 PM, after being kicked and bit and drooled on my face and just climbed over and hurt and pinched, getting little fingers purposely stuck into my ears and belly button and him laughing, and my hair pulled, and reading stories while he wasn’t paying attention, R finally stepped in and offered to finish putting him to bed, and I went to my room and sat down and thought, “if I didn’t love that baby so much, I would run away from all this. It’s so much work. so much work.” I can understand why some parents run away. 

9/20/25

R to Hunter: “remember yesterday when i told you what’s a human being?”

me to Hunter: “what’s a human being?”

H, emphatically: “it’s a human that’s a bean!”

(i’m sure that’s not how R explained it, but Hunter was watching a video and I think just wanted to get me off his back)