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Just like in the old days
Mar. 16th, 2005 08:11 pmAlthough I don't know how widespread the knowledge is, at least some of you are aware that I spent part of my youth working, alongside my family, at a tourist attraction in South Jersey that is a recreation of an early nineteenth century American village called Historic Cold Spring Village (WARNING: really annoying website). My momz still works for them (seasonally; they're a very seasonal operation, as with many of the businesses in South Jersey) even after returning to the area after such a long absence. She maintains a farm there and serves other tourist guidely duties when the tourists (or "shoobies," as the natives call them) are in town.
The upshot of this introduction is that I spent this afternoon pitchforking dried corn husks out of barn stalls and hauling the results out to mulch piles in the fields.
Part of my line of thinking when I was considering returning to South Jersey, though I didn't talk or journal about it much, was that I was thinking about what it would be like to put myself back in a simpler life, much like that I had known growing up. Certainly moving back in with momz was part of it, but along with that convenience that carried with it a reduction of responsibility and demand was the idea that certain other things would be an increased part of my life...like simple manual labor, for example, or eating a lot of home-grown vegetables.
I had been looking forward to it, honestly. I'll be the first to admit that my life has not been overly complicated lately. Even so, I was looking forward to a lifestyle that would pare down some of the complication I've taken on, and I thought about engaging in a little activity that would...well, keep me busy, I guess. Idle hands, and all.
Now...why I couldn't bring myself to make these lifestyle changes while I was in New York is still basically a mystery to me. But that's just how it is. When I'm in New York, I just live a certain way, and that's that. Here, in this new life, I'm still getting started and forming habits and such, and, as I reflected today while shuffling around a wheatfield with an armload of corn husks, things couldn't really get much different. This isn't a rural area, per se, but it's...quaint. It's sparsely populated and quiet and relaxed...a lot of things that New York aren't. Things close down at night; there's no subways or taxis (or much traffic, really, while we're on the subject). I don't have a friend network, or a favorite bar, or even a city, really. I head to Atlantic City often enough, but it might as well just be a bus station and a casino, for all I make use of it. :)
In any case, it's very...different. I came to the realization today, basically, that I'm resting. I don't know why, or from what, or for how long, but that's what I'm doing. It's pretty nice, all told, though a man does crave excitement every now and then. But, yeah, for the time being, this is pretty much like a vacation, so I should really enjoy it as such.
That was it. Just a few thoughts I had today that I wanted to jot down before too long. I'm sure in a while all I'll be posting is GOOD GOD I'M SO BORED, so I wanted to get the nice stuff out there while it's in my head. :)
Peace out.
The upshot of this introduction is that I spent this afternoon pitchforking dried corn husks out of barn stalls and hauling the results out to mulch piles in the fields.
Part of my line of thinking when I was considering returning to South Jersey, though I didn't talk or journal about it much, was that I was thinking about what it would be like to put myself back in a simpler life, much like that I had known growing up. Certainly moving back in with momz was part of it, but along with that convenience that carried with it a reduction of responsibility and demand was the idea that certain other things would be an increased part of my life...like simple manual labor, for example, or eating a lot of home-grown vegetables.
I had been looking forward to it, honestly. I'll be the first to admit that my life has not been overly complicated lately. Even so, I was looking forward to a lifestyle that would pare down some of the complication I've taken on, and I thought about engaging in a little activity that would...well, keep me busy, I guess. Idle hands, and all.
Now...why I couldn't bring myself to make these lifestyle changes while I was in New York is still basically a mystery to me. But that's just how it is. When I'm in New York, I just live a certain way, and that's that. Here, in this new life, I'm still getting started and forming habits and such, and, as I reflected today while shuffling around a wheatfield with an armload of corn husks, things couldn't really get much different. This isn't a rural area, per se, but it's...quaint. It's sparsely populated and quiet and relaxed...a lot of things that New York aren't. Things close down at night; there's no subways or taxis (or much traffic, really, while we're on the subject). I don't have a friend network, or a favorite bar, or even a city, really. I head to Atlantic City often enough, but it might as well just be a bus station and a casino, for all I make use of it. :)
In any case, it's very...different. I came to the realization today, basically, that I'm resting. I don't know why, or from what, or for how long, but that's what I'm doing. It's pretty nice, all told, though a man does crave excitement every now and then. But, yeah, for the time being, this is pretty much like a vacation, so I should really enjoy it as such.
That was it. Just a few thoughts I had today that I wanted to jot down before too long. I'm sure in a while all I'll be posting is GOOD GOD I'M SO BORED, so I wanted to get the nice stuff out there while it's in my head. :)
Peace out.