Hello, Internet. I have been away from you for a while. The reasons for my absence are many and of varying levels of importance, but, suffice to say, I have been very busy with my home and work life of late and have not found the time for musings, meanderings or even well-thought-out complaints. Hence: no blogs for a spell.
However, there is joyous news for me: I just got a new job! (And there was much rejoicing.) The ‘where’ and ‘with whom’ must needs remain vague, but expect the occasional update on the ‘what’ of the goings-on.
Additionally, I have said my formal goodbyes to a place that has become near and dear to my heart; my quiet little college town in North What-the-crap, New York. Unfortunately, since subletting would have been incredibly impractical from so far away, I’m still paying rent on the ol’ place until July. [expletive] I have left behind me there a handful of close friends and a great host of casual acquaintances. I believe I now know how a potted shrub feels when it is transplanted. And yet, grateful as I am to be back in the garden bed to take root for a time, I find myself somewhat wistful and morose.
To add to the recap: I went to Canada last week. My first trip outside my native land was something of a disappointment. I tend to dislike cities: too much humanity in one place and too far removed from the natural world. But, I let a friend convince me to go to Ottawa. Now, for those of you who’ve never been there, Ottawa has a population of over 900,000 and the city itself is as cluttered and close-together as the downtown areas of Boston, NYC, Washington DC and Baltimore. On top of that, the parking lots all had toll gates and the signs were in very small print. Had I been able to afford to park somewhere and wander the city on foot, I have no doubt I would have found something worthwhile to do or to see, but as it was, I was virtually trapped in the cab of my truck and wound up just turning back for home.
Despite the disappointing environs and the prodigious cost of gas involved, I do not consider the trip a waste of time. I had a chance to leave my homeland and my comfort zone and have had my intrinsic desire to travel stoked. Unfortunately, with the national economy in something of a shambles, I had to stay local and find a J-O-B, (as they say), to meet expenses. Between that and the two farms that call me up to work from time to time I seem to be stuck here, so it was nice to get out and go places while I had the time.
Spring has sprung here in the Mid-Atlantic Rectagon, where the weather changes almost as fast as the song on the radio, and there is much clearing, cleaning, and mending to be done in preparation for our usual long, humid summer. Degree in hand, I must now set aside the scholar and become the craftsman required by circumstance. Hephaestus, I do not pray to you often which, in retrospect, may be fitting as you were always a god of deeds, not words. I pray now that my deeds will be worthy of continued employ, so as not to be a burden on my family’s finances.
And that’s me pretty much caught up. I trust that, wherever you find yourselves, spring proves as promising for you as it is for me.