What a difference a day makes, twenty-four little hours …
Day Two of the Adirondacks getaway ….
And how fun if you are awake for 23 of them. Larry and I, in the later years of our fifties, did 23 and 23.5 hours of wakefulness with only a minimal boost from vitamin Adderall. Admittedly, the last two were a little hazy for me, after several shots of Bailey’s Irish Cream, but I thoroughly enjoyed the music we watched/listened to.
Visiting the Adirondacks is humbling in any number of ways. The startling beauty of the mountains in winter was perhaps the most striking. The moon was nearly full. The frozen lake reflected the spectacular moonlight, the bare trees accenting the grounds, both fore and back. I was baying like a beagle at the sight.
No matter how hard we think we have it, we educated urbanities, being in a rural depressed area sets us on our ears. We have opportunities for random and strategic movement. The urban life allows us a chameleon life, to change with economics and technologies. Not so here. City life offers waves of different humanities. Here, it is the same old folks, mostly, struggling, and not always understanding. And largely untrained or unmotivated to reinvent or re-cast themselves.
2/19/2011
Always better to step onto that greener grass and see how they are watering their garden. Small towns have their charm, but without a cultural community, it can be stagnating.
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