Since my Monday session with my psychologist, I have been forcing myself to do something every day in the hope of some distraction from my feelings about Patty’s death. It works as long as the “something” lasts, but then, I start to spiral down and before you know it, I feel like crap again. Today I went to lunch with my retiree friends; that was good for about four hours of distraction, but – here I am, again. Yesterday, I went over to the site of the new park that is being constructed on the former site of a oil refinery on Signal Hill. It is a large parcel of land located East and south of the intersection of California and Willow streets. My interest in the new park flows from my interest in old railroad rights of way. The SP,LA&SL RR line to Long Beach used to cross the location of the new park and I wanted to find out if there was any evidence of the railroad having been there eighty years ago. With the help of an 1895 map, that was posted in the existing little park at the top of the hill, I was able to trace the roadbed and associated land forms that still exist. Other than that, there was nothing to be seen. I may go back tomorrow and take some pictures. Tuesday, the day before the trip to the park site, the cleaning lady came. I guess that is a distraction within the context above, but I still felt like crap.
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