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Solstice at Last
Dec. 21st, 2013 09:02 amFinished The Goldfinch. Wrote ( This review )
Sat across from Seraphina (NHRN), Zach (NHRN) and Charlotte (NHRN) at the staff Xmas party and had a rather jolly time gabbing at them across some B+ Italian food.
Reverend Cal footed the bill but did not make an appearance. I suppose that means more people are going to be fired after Xmas.
I like Seraphina, a big booming woman with a big booming voice who grew up in Queens and went to SUNY New Paltz, and ran away to California for a couple of years, and owned a Little Store of her own for a decade and a half in Kingston -- it sold accessories -- another one of those pedigreed Hudson Valley towns that's sunk into 21st century squalor. "Well, you know, Patrizia," she remarked at the meeting where we pitched her the Smoothie Cart Project back whenever that was. "Customers are really dumb. You gotta tell them what to do."
Zach is a hunter and fisherman who spends every spare moment kayaking on the Hudson and is filled with fascinating naturalistic facts such as the location of every nesting pair of American Bald Eagles in the Hudson River Valley. After many decades of invisibility, coyotes and bears are now quite a common sight in the smaller villages and towns, he tells me, a fact that Zach blames on encroaching civilization although I'm inclined toward an explanation that's quite the opposite -- surely the population of these towns is diminishing, isn't it? (I'm too lazy to check.) So the wildlife is moving back into the margins.
Charlotte is a quiet woman, a little bit older than I am, whom life has not treated particularly well, with a sweet, passive disposition. She's actually the one I would start socializing with if I had transportation. We have similar tastes in travel destinations (Tuscany, Provence) and indie movies.
But socializing did not put me in a better frame of mind toward the organization itself. I'm over Pollyanna. I don't want to put out any kind of real energy toward them.
I'm off this morning for two days with Swain 1. I really like Swain 1 and we have entertaining activities planned, so it's perplexing to me that I am literally sitting here thinking, Maybe I can call him and tell him I've gotten sick... Is it that my hermit-like tendencies are accentuated by the dark and the cold or am I really turning into Ted Kazinski sans explosives? But today is the official solstice (I think), marking the plateau on the other side of which the days start to grow longer. There's a psychological benefit to that. Maybe I'll start to feel more social.
Sat across from Seraphina (NHRN), Zach (NHRN) and Charlotte (NHRN) at the staff Xmas party and had a rather jolly time gabbing at them across some B+ Italian food.
Reverend Cal footed the bill but did not make an appearance. I suppose that means more people are going to be fired after Xmas.
I like Seraphina, a big booming woman with a big booming voice who grew up in Queens and went to SUNY New Paltz, and ran away to California for a couple of years, and owned a Little Store of her own for a decade and a half in Kingston -- it sold accessories -- another one of those pedigreed Hudson Valley towns that's sunk into 21st century squalor. "Well, you know, Patrizia," she remarked at the meeting where we pitched her the Smoothie Cart Project back whenever that was. "Customers are really dumb. You gotta tell them what to do."
Zach is a hunter and fisherman who spends every spare moment kayaking on the Hudson and is filled with fascinating naturalistic facts such as the location of every nesting pair of American Bald Eagles in the Hudson River Valley. After many decades of invisibility, coyotes and bears are now quite a common sight in the smaller villages and towns, he tells me, a fact that Zach blames on encroaching civilization although I'm inclined toward an explanation that's quite the opposite -- surely the population of these towns is diminishing, isn't it? (I'm too lazy to check.) So the wildlife is moving back into the margins.
Charlotte is a quiet woman, a little bit older than I am, whom life has not treated particularly well, with a sweet, passive disposition. She's actually the one I would start socializing with if I had transportation. We have similar tastes in travel destinations (Tuscany, Provence) and indie movies.
But socializing did not put me in a better frame of mind toward the organization itself. I'm over Pollyanna. I don't want to put out any kind of real energy toward them.
I'm off this morning for two days with Swain 1. I really like Swain 1 and we have entertaining activities planned, so it's perplexing to me that I am literally sitting here thinking, Maybe I can call him and tell him I've gotten sick... Is it that my hermit-like tendencies are accentuated by the dark and the cold or am I really turning into Ted Kazinski sans explosives? But today is the official solstice (I think), marking the plateau on the other side of which the days start to grow longer. There's a psychological benefit to that. Maybe I'll start to feel more social.
