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i haven't and probably sha'n't have time to write out a detailed travelog of Gourmet Camping and the Falcon Ridge Folkfest this year. in lieu thereof, just a brief reflection on what a wonderful time i had over the last 10 days in New England, and how very, very lucky i am to have the beautiful friends i do.
i've been in rather a weird emotional space for the last few days, which will likely just get trounced by the business of my business, just like it took only one morning of DC traffic (automotive and helicoptic) to drive all remembrance of rural stillness from my brain. as always after this sort of sojourn, i'm left wondering how to make those moments keep, without refrigeration. i don't want to be so overwhelmed by urban bustle that i forget the hedgerovian kind. i don't want to focus on proposaling to the extent that i misplace the sweetness of having an endearing and cheerful 4-year-old take to me such that he seeks me out for hugs or lap-sitting or upside-down acrobatics. and i certainly don't want to be re-shellacked till brittle by political polemical, to the point where i forget, even for the briefest moment, all the reasons that a real friendship is so much more important than a disagreement over what the Government is supposed to be for.
i suppose i ought to start thinking about my next move, out of the city and into the woods (all together now: into the woods, into the woods, ad nauseam). i was thinking another 10 years in DC, but i suspect i'm not going to make it that long. ah, well, must get solvent first... thereto: my boss has an offer letter for me. she's working remotely today but will leave it for me to review tomorrow morning. i am squishy with anticipation, hoping that my pay rate will not suffer; that i will get med insurance and vacation and sechlike added onto what i'm already making--this'll seriously enhance my solvency-seeking take-home pay, what with COBRA payments going away and my actually getting paid to sit on a hill in upstate New York eating an outlook-changingly yummy tofu scramble and potatoes with hot sauce and listening to Crooked Still getting all double-entendrish with they kitchen beckonings. i guess we'll see... for now: a proposal awaits.
i've been in rather a weird emotional space for the last few days, which will likely just get trounced by the business of my business, just like it took only one morning of DC traffic (automotive and helicoptic) to drive all remembrance of rural stillness from my brain. as always after this sort of sojourn, i'm left wondering how to make those moments keep, without refrigeration. i don't want to be so overwhelmed by urban bustle that i forget the hedgerovian kind. i don't want to focus on proposaling to the extent that i misplace the sweetness of having an endearing and cheerful 4-year-old take to me such that he seeks me out for hugs or lap-sitting or upside-down acrobatics. and i certainly don't want to be re-shellacked till brittle by political polemical, to the point where i forget, even for the briefest moment, all the reasons that a real friendship is so much more important than a disagreement over what the Government is supposed to be for.
i suppose i ought to start thinking about my next move, out of the city and into the woods (all together now: into the woods, into the woods, ad nauseam). i was thinking another 10 years in DC, but i suspect i'm not going to make it that long. ah, well, must get solvent first... thereto: my boss has an offer letter for me. she's working remotely today but will leave it for me to review tomorrow morning. i am squishy with anticipation, hoping that my pay rate will not suffer; that i will get med insurance and vacation and sechlike added onto what i'm already making--this'll seriously enhance my solvency-seeking take-home pay, what with COBRA payments going away and my actually getting paid to sit on a hill in upstate New York eating an outlook-changingly yummy tofu scramble and potatoes with hot sauce and listening to Crooked Still getting all double-entendrish with they kitchen beckonings. i guess we'll see... for now: a proposal awaits.
