Saturday, November 17, 2007

the cafe question

What is it about coffee shops? On any given weekday you can go into any given coffee shop anywhere and see dozens of people milling about, casually sipping and eating and reading and it's freakin' noon on a Tuesday and you're like, don't these people work? Don't they have jobs? Families? Lives? They can't all be students and trustafarians and musicians in struggling rock bands who live at home with their moms. Or computer technicians drumming up work.

Right now, they are allegedly musicians who are singing Franki Valli tunes while the Doors are playing on the stereo. They look kind of old to be living at home, but with the size of some of the homes around here, their parents probably don't even know they are even there. Maybe displaced ski school instructors?

Since the phenomenon called the internet is unknown in the town I live in now, I've had to spend a considerable amount of time in coffee shops and libraries. Shamelessly enjoying chais in the former and taxpayer's money in the latter while looking for work, IMing friends, working on my websites, reading emails, blogging and sitting on comfy chairs. Oh yes, and enjoying my temporary reprieve from the working world. Of which sphere, I might add, I have rejoined as of last Monday. So, I've had a lot of time to observe this social group.

I know we are designed, weaned, trained from Day 1 to be productive members of society. And we are heavily guilted into believing that must involve some sort of droning repetitive pod-like dress-coded work for a larger corporate cause, a consumerist mechanism, a nice happy conglomerate. But, I have no idea how people come in here EVERY day! Egads! Don't they get sick of the food selection at least? The same people all day. If this were a bar, they'd be the town drunks. Wouldn't the conversation get dull? If you don't work and see the same people in the same place day after day, I mean, wouldn't you run out of things to say? Interesting things anyway?

Is the cafe question purely rhetorical or is there an explanation?

the duke of disaster and princess pansy

Susan told me that when one lives in CO, one assumes a new identity, a persona if you will. She had her alter ego. Shannon had hers. However, she then mentioned that I already had my CO persona going on even in MA, so never fear change. Always fear change.

Now, I fear my husband has assumed his. The self proclaimed Duke of Disaster has emerged in full force, complete with new facial hair which includes a full goatee and side burns ala Elvis. He is still completely hot so I don't mind one bit. Here comes the disaster part. He telemarks. For those of you who don't know what that is, look here. Rumor has it around town from when he lived here previously, that he is the king of explosions. Back in my Mount Snow days, we'd call when skiers fell, spectacularly or not so much, while simultaneously losing most of their equipment across the trail, as having a "yard sale." He goes from a yard sale straight to full explosion and has made a name from himself for the regularity of which he accomplishes this miraculous feat. The Duke of Disaster rules.

Since I am a chicken, complete with pompadour, and refuse to get off my snowboard to learn to tele, I am now Princess Pansy. It's great being a princess finally. Next week when the mountain finally opens, I will insist on getting my out-of-shape royal bottom on the less than royal chair lift right to the top and then take the sissy (read sissy for CO - double diamond in VT) trails down back to the bottom. Let the Duke have the back bowls. Pansy indeed.

But, will we be able to change, chameleon-like, back into our not as exotic East Coast personas on the plane back to MA?? Will our adoring public, oops, friends, recognize us?

Saturday, November 3, 2007

an aspen grows in colorado

There's a tree in our yard. On purpose. You know, the 3'x8' patch of grass that we "mow" with a weedwacker? We just had an Aspen tree planted and so far it seems to like us and some of the leaves are still on it. Maybe hummingbirds will nest there next summer? Here it is:
Don't mind the fence, it's a little tired today. It's really a nice cast iron fence with a gate in the front. I am going to mow this afternoon before it snows again.