It's been long enough that it might be safe to blog again. I've managed to avoid the holiday season altogether. Christmas was crazy, my family took a long-anticipated group portrait now that all the grandchildren are born and over with...or at least until I catch up with my sibling's birthing streak...I assume they came to the conclusion that it would be a while, and they'd better just get the picture taken now. We're an odd sort--we economize typical family functions. If we can hold off a while so as to accomplish everything at once...then we'll just wait. For instance, when I was living in Haiti last Christmas, my family decided they would postpone the holiday get-together until my return in February. That's right...the typically Decemberist-holiday was pushed forward two months, due to the loss of one member. This might make some sense, if our families lived light-years away, or didn't get along, however...on the contrary, we live only 4 hours away and actually enjoy spending time together. This is how they might have pushed getting a family portrait back 5 more years in an effort to give me a shot at having children of my own to contribute to the photo.
New Year's was fun, I discovered that boots are no-good for walking 2 miles in. Especially if the insoles have been replaced with cardboard. I had a blister the size of Canada on my right heel. Six minutes before midnight, someone in the party got the bright idea to start walking to a seedy bar called the "Sugar Shack." I got the even brighter idea to go along with them...so off we went...on an adventure to make it there by midnight. Of course, there was no timely arrival to be had, but Midnight on the street had it's charms as well. For instance, I never knew that my quaint little town shot off canons, or let out sirens to welcome the new year. I made the best of it, and decided that was a worthwhile investment. The rest of the night included capering around with a chain of friends from one place to the next, on foot. Much earlier that morning, we were all ready to fall headlong into bed. Welcome to the year 2006.
Monday, January 09, 2006
Saturday, November 12, 2005
"Filled to the brim with dangerous thoughts & no where to put them since she lives in a small town & everybody's always watching." - Brian Andreas
This is a little how I feel sometimes. Especially since my two jobs are at the central hubs of town society (aside from Wal-mart of course). The coffee shop, which is gossiped at by day and night, and the Bookstore, where everyone passes through while visiting home. I am now known as the girl who works everywhere. When everywhere is simply two places, they just happen to be prominent places. I answer the question "How's school?" an average of 15 times a day. And "How's your mom and dad?" almost as much. Ah, behold the bliss of living in a small town. Everyone knows where you come from and who you are, and you have an established expectation from them. Fortunately, I've been pegged as the Good Girl, so I don't get many dirty looks...but I do think to myself, "Back in the city, I never got any looks at all..." and for a brief moment, I wish desperately to return to a place of anonymity, where the only recognition you get is what you've earned versus what you were born with. For you to walk into a restaurant and be seen as a regular in a city takes a little more work than here. Here its two visits and you're in. They'll know your mom your dad, and how many pets you have, and whether you let those pets crap on your neighbor's lawn. Although, that isn't to say that cities don't have their microchosms with all the complications of a small town. They do. But it takes a while to find them. All this said...I wouldn't trade my small town for anything else....permanently, anyway.
This is a little how I feel sometimes. Especially since my two jobs are at the central hubs of town society (aside from Wal-mart of course). The coffee shop, which is gossiped at by day and night, and the Bookstore, where everyone passes through while visiting home. I am now known as the girl who works everywhere. When everywhere is simply two places, they just happen to be prominent places. I answer the question "How's school?" an average of 15 times a day. And "How's your mom and dad?" almost as much. Ah, behold the bliss of living in a small town. Everyone knows where you come from and who you are, and you have an established expectation from them. Fortunately, I've been pegged as the Good Girl, so I don't get many dirty looks...but I do think to myself, "Back in the city, I never got any looks at all..." and for a brief moment, I wish desperately to return to a place of anonymity, where the only recognition you get is what you've earned versus what you were born with. For you to walk into a restaurant and be seen as a regular in a city takes a little more work than here. Here its two visits and you're in. They'll know your mom your dad, and how many pets you have, and whether you let those pets crap on your neighbor's lawn. Although, that isn't to say that cities don't have their microchosms with all the complications of a small town. They do. But it takes a while to find them. All this said...I wouldn't trade my small town for anything else....permanently, anyway.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
A day in the life...
So, Saturday was a day that has already lived in infamy. I've been telling the story enough times that I decided it needed to be typed up. It all started when my mom came in to wake me up. (yes. i am back to living at home until I finish school. leave it be.) She comes in and says, "Thank GOD, WE WERE SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU!" This declaration of relief jerks me violently out of my deep sleep, but into consciousness so quickly I feel like I have a bit of comprehensional jet-lag. In other words, I have no idea what she's talking about, but I try to keep up as she keeps talking in [what sounds like] another language. Apparently, she and my father were worried because my bike never made it home the night before, so they assumed I hadn't either. This assumption began a search that got them so worked up that they forgot to even check my ROOM. My parents aren't the type to worry. Really. This also adds to my confusion, its way too out of character. Just as I think I've caught up with her schpeal, she tells me I should call Lisa. Lisa is my boss at the coffee shop, where I work. This simple fact really catches my attention. "WHY on EARTH did you call LISA of all people?!" Lisa is not a great "emergency person." I mean this to say that she can get panicked easily. What had happened was that my dad went down to the coffee shop to ask Lisa if I'd closed alone. Lisa says, no...she thought I was with Kadra. So Lisa calls my co-barista Kadra, who gives very little reassurance, and forgets to mention that she was the one who gave me the ride home so I didn't have to ride my bike! So, Lisa hangs up, and panics, because she thought Kadra would know where I was, when Kadra didn't know, she was at a loss. Lisa calls her husband Hank, and asks him what should be done, thinking that the next step would be to call the Police and file a Missing Person. (meanwhile, I'm still sleeping in my own warm bed.) Eventually, someone comes up with the idea to check my room...and that is where the story began. For a brief moment, I had quite a few people thinking I'd just been abducted by aliens.
The day simply got weirder. I went to work at around 10 at the Bookstore (I have two jobs and they are right next to each other..) When I got there, no one had opened up. I don't have a key to open the shop, but as far as I know, i'm still supposed to open it at 10, right? Now, typically a chef from the restaurant in the back is there prepping for the day, and they let me in. This is the standard. HOWEVER. not today. After waiting around for 15 minutes, I walk over to the coffee shop...have a few laughs with lisa about how crazy that morning was...get a muffin and some juice...call my boss to tell him i can't open his stinking bookstore without a key and then, when his line ends up being busy, I decide to walk back and keep waiting.
Meanwhile, I feel this slight itch at the bottom of my pants leg...i think its a leaf and keep on walking, but this leaf seems to DEFY GRAVITY and start moving up my pants! I put down my muffin and juice (I'm on MAIN STREET, let's remember)
and take a gander down the backside of my pants...Only to come face to face with a LIZARD!!! I FLIP OUT.
for about .4 seconds i look like brad pitt in 12 monkeys...you know....crazy flailing gestures? I manage to regain composure and walk BACK to the coffee shop in order to find a nice haven for stripping out of my pants as quickly as possible. Mind you, everyone at the coffee shop already knows its been a strange day. So when I walk in and say "Craziest thing just happened to me" and keep walking right on to the bathrooms...they don't know what to think until one of the customers says: "UM, ma'am...don't freak out, but...you've got a lizard on your back" and, of course, I proceed to FREAK OUT AGAIN.
only this time, there's "dancing in small circles" + the flailing.
fortunately, I am rescued.
the lizard went on to live happily ever after with lisa's son logan.
and I finally got ahold of my boss and opened the store.
an hour late.
So, Saturday was a day that has already lived in infamy. I've been telling the story enough times that I decided it needed to be typed up. It all started when my mom came in to wake me up. (yes. i am back to living at home until I finish school. leave it be.) She comes in and says, "Thank GOD, WE WERE SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU!" This declaration of relief jerks me violently out of my deep sleep, but into consciousness so quickly I feel like I have a bit of comprehensional jet-lag. In other words, I have no idea what she's talking about, but I try to keep up as she keeps talking in [what sounds like] another language. Apparently, she and my father were worried because my bike never made it home the night before, so they assumed I hadn't either. This assumption began a search that got them so worked up that they forgot to even check my ROOM. My parents aren't the type to worry. Really. This also adds to my confusion, its way too out of character. Just as I think I've caught up with her schpeal, she tells me I should call Lisa. Lisa is my boss at the coffee shop, where I work. This simple fact really catches my attention. "WHY on EARTH did you call LISA of all people?!" Lisa is not a great "emergency person." I mean this to say that she can get panicked easily. What had happened was that my dad went down to the coffee shop to ask Lisa if I'd closed alone. Lisa says, no...she thought I was with Kadra. So Lisa calls my co-barista Kadra, who gives very little reassurance, and forgets to mention that she was the one who gave me the ride home so I didn't have to ride my bike! So, Lisa hangs up, and panics, because she thought Kadra would know where I was, when Kadra didn't know, she was at a loss. Lisa calls her husband Hank, and asks him what should be done, thinking that the next step would be to call the Police and file a Missing Person. (meanwhile, I'm still sleeping in my own warm bed.) Eventually, someone comes up with the idea to check my room...and that is where the story began. For a brief moment, I had quite a few people thinking I'd just been abducted by aliens.
The day simply got weirder. I went to work at around 10 at the Bookstore (I have two jobs and they are right next to each other..) When I got there, no one had opened up. I don't have a key to open the shop, but as far as I know, i'm still supposed to open it at 10, right? Now, typically a chef from the restaurant in the back is there prepping for the day, and they let me in. This is the standard. HOWEVER. not today. After waiting around for 15 minutes, I walk over to the coffee shop...have a few laughs with lisa about how crazy that morning was...get a muffin and some juice...call my boss to tell him i can't open his stinking bookstore without a key and then, when his line ends up being busy, I decide to walk back and keep waiting.
Meanwhile, I feel this slight itch at the bottom of my pants leg...i think its a leaf and keep on walking, but this leaf seems to DEFY GRAVITY and start moving up my pants! I put down my muffin and juice (I'm on MAIN STREET, let's remember)
and take a gander down the backside of my pants...Only to come face to face with a LIZARD!!! I FLIP OUT.
for about .4 seconds i look like brad pitt in 12 monkeys...you know....crazy flailing gestures? I manage to regain composure and walk BACK to the coffee shop in order to find a nice haven for stripping out of my pants as quickly as possible. Mind you, everyone at the coffee shop already knows its been a strange day. So when I walk in and say "Craziest thing just happened to me" and keep walking right on to the bathrooms...they don't know what to think until one of the customers says: "UM, ma'am...don't freak out, but...you've got a lizard on your back" and, of course, I proceed to FREAK OUT AGAIN.
only this time, there's "dancing in small circles" + the flailing.
fortunately, I am rescued.
the lizard went on to live happily ever after with lisa's son logan.
and I finally got ahold of my boss and opened the store.
an hour late.
Monday, November 07, 2005
My mom has a habit of falling asleep on the couch every night with the t.v. on. However, she is exceptionally selective about what she sleeps to. Rather than the weather channel, or CNN, she will leave it on the Arts Channel or PBS. So, when I get home I am usually greeted by the "Mighty Puppeteers of Austria, performing Mozart's 5th Symphony in G" or "The Study of Mole Hair." Last night was no exception. I came home and it was a documentary on Killer Whales. However, I wouldn't have guessed it at first, mainly because they had edited it in such a way that it looked like a horror movie. It caught my attention (which isn't hard to do at 2 a.m., when my eyes have no problem fixating to one spot) and I sat down and watched for a while. I was amazed to find that Killer Whales can be the most fierocious animals in the world. The story was about this fishing village in about the 1930's where whalers lived. The "killers" (as they were lovingly called by the natives) would come straight into the harbor...right up to shore...and start making all kinds of noise for the whalers to hear. The whalers would come out at night, and get in their row boats and follow the killers out to sea. These killer whales were as big as their row boats, but had no intentions of harming the whalers, they were out for the blood of their fellow fish. The Killers would lead them right to a big blue whale, or a hump back whale, or any other equally HUGE beast and proceed to aid in the attack. They were launching themselves right into the sides of this other whale, and ganging up on him, 6 killers to one! These FREE WILLY-esque mammals would charge this whale and bite off huge chunks of his flesh. They would pick at him and wear him down, until finally the whalers could get a good shot, and harpoon him. I was amazed at this. They were smart enough and mean enough to lead humans to kill the other whales. And, here I thought cruelty was only reserved for us. I just watched this movie called North Country, and I am blown away by the "strength (and ignorance) in numbers" that was shown by the men in the film. They would group together and gang up on the women who worked in the mines, and pick them off...one by one...until they couldn't or wouldn't work in the mines anymore. The world is a strange place, full of killer instincts. I just don't understand how it can become so misguided. This might be depressing to post as a first blog...but...if blogs are for posting what's on your mind, then maybe I'll have a clearer head next time.
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