I love walking across the bridge from Lambertville, NJ to New Hope, PA. The best time is in the summer (not after rainfall as it muddies the water and you want visibility), anywhere from 5PM to 7PM (to reduce sun glare), walk across the bridge and you’ll see the stony banks descend into the river and disappear into the rushing currents. Stop as you get to a pillar and watch the effect of the water slamming into the concrete, at the front of the pillar, the water level actually rises, then slopes back down along the sides, it rips along the edge of the pillar, and then at the very back, directly behind the pillar, the water spins, swirls, placidly lingers, you may even see a couple dead leaves asleep on the bottom. On several occasions, I’ve seen fish waiting patienty in the eddy, they are looking for food caught helplessly in the currents to drift by, like sushi on a conveyor belt, and the fish can dart out to grab the food and go back to the eddy to enjoy it without exerting much energy.
I’ve always felt a strong connection to the water and lately I’ve felt a lot like the river hitting the bridge. I am proud of my currents and the intention behind them, it is all true and purposeful. But that damned bridge, just slamming into my intentions, my progress, causing that backwards swirl of anxiety and frustration. We are doing everything we can to sell our house to be reunited, but cannot make it happen as soon as we hoped. The home really does look incredible and we’re now prepared to sell it for less than we paid for it, we are pushing so hard, our currents are rising, but the eddy is indifferent.
We posted another ad in the newspaper with photo of our home, it generated another 10 visitors (which ties are all-time high, coincidentally was when we last placed an ad with photo). We replaced the single pane of glass in our big bay window in the front of the home that had a crack & discoloration, it was $125 and makes a world of difference. Jaclyn removed the old medicine cabinet from the bathroom and has placed a big beautiful mirror there instead. The yard is roaring back to life and the vibrant colors of Spring are almost on full display.
I am proud of the kids, we are all aligned on our objective to be reunited as a family. They understand that cleaning their room and toys to make the house more attractive to potential buyers helps in achieving our objective. They are not doing it because they are being told, they truly want to be reunited and to do their part.
When I’m walking across the bridge in New Hope, I spend a lot of time looking at what objects or fish are enjoying the respite within the eddies behind the pillars, but the truly best part of the bridge is when you’re standing in the exact middle of it and you look out and you can see the shops of New Hope to your immediate right, the big Play House further downstream, Bowman’s Tower on the tree topped hill on the horizon, the raging currents behind the wing dam, the Lambertville Station & Inn, the entire scene is beautiful, it is one of the most picturesque places I’ve ever seen in my life.