It’s almost here! The trip I didn’t plan (until this week), or only minimally at this point — my escape from city and summer, from steamy heat on street corners. Where we are going, there aren’t many street corners. And all the steam is from natural geothermal swimming holes and geysers. And I get to pack sweaters, And tights and boots. And…..umbrellas, because...
LEARNED: I'm old enough to forget about my...
I didn’t forget, I guess, but I mainly ignored it. Too busy! And 24 is a little bit meaningless. This will change when I throw Spider-Man a 50th birthday celebration when I’m back in New York — a huge milestone where I will also commemorate my 24 years, at least a little.
Inspired by an excellent interview question I faced today, I will say this loud and clear and hope that my open declaration means I am serious. I hope that by the end of next summer, I will have the material and the wherewithal to perform at an urban poetry slam. There! — I said it. One year to execute!
LEARNED: Leaving Hurts.
But you’ll be back in a week! Everyone says. And they’re all right, of course. But as of tomorrow, I stop paying rent here, and start paying rent back in Boston again. As of tomorrow, my symbolic, albeit temporary, departure means that summer is done and everything in life must reconvert back to what it was in May. Which will happen, but will not be fun. This season was but a...
Off all grids
Becket, Massachusetts is a quiet place. I went for a 6 mile run on Saturday morning and saw one car, maybe two; flies, butterflies, caterpillars; no bears, thank goodness. The house is larger than last year’s, for which I’m grateful, since we had 17 members of my family here this past weekend, and we needed more than two bathrooms. And then they left and all is silent. …except for one...