There are rifles, buried in the countryside...
...by the rising of the moon.
I spent last night roaming. It was actually very nice. I was getting my schedule readjusted to work a week of midnight shifts, so I slept until about 2:30 pm yesterday, and at 10 last night, I took off, coming back home around 5 am. Spent a while at Starbucks, then a few hours at Steal Ake having dinner and drinking a pot of decaf (yes, a pot) and reading Phil Gordon's poker book. I was driving through the "countryside," so to speak, as skies were clearing and it was beginning to fog over, while "Belfast to Boston," a haunting James Taylor missive pleading for peace in Ireland, played. While I have never visited the Irish countryside, I could almost imagine it being similar to the lush, verdant, sleeping landscape I was passing through. I would like to say that this led to some sort of earth shattering realization, as I am apparently the sort of fool who constantly searches for such epiphanic moments in solitude, but this was not the case. It was just one of those moments that seem very right, made even more so by the stop sign I saw in which the word "war" had been painted directly underneath "stop," presumably by some young rabble-rouser who will hopefully become the sort of person that continues to act on their convictions even after the ardency of youth has bid them adieu. It did make me recall a comment I made a few months ago, about how I occasionally speak of life in terms vaguely reminiscient of warfare. I still don't know quite what to make of that, but there you go. I do know that there are things that are up in the air right now, beyond the usual career issues, and it is...well, occasionally, very occasionally, to my anxiety-addled brain, having an issue to consider is actually a pleasant experience. This time...it is, well, just confusing, I suppose. Perhaps I just have no frame of reference.
So I have 6 more midnight shifts to go after this one, then I head to Albuquerque for a long weekend. After that, there is little to look forward to.
I would have liked to have somewhere to go with this entry, but once again, the opportunity appears lost. With a long stretch of mids, perhaps something will come to mind at a later date. Stay tuned, I suppose.
I spent last night roaming. It was actually very nice. I was getting my schedule readjusted to work a week of midnight shifts, so I slept until about 2:30 pm yesterday, and at 10 last night, I took off, coming back home around 5 am. Spent a while at Starbucks, then a few hours at Steal Ake having dinner and drinking a pot of decaf (yes, a pot) and reading Phil Gordon's poker book. I was driving through the "countryside," so to speak, as skies were clearing and it was beginning to fog over, while "Belfast to Boston," a haunting James Taylor missive pleading for peace in Ireland, played. While I have never visited the Irish countryside, I could almost imagine it being similar to the lush, verdant, sleeping landscape I was passing through. I would like to say that this led to some sort of earth shattering realization, as I am apparently the sort of fool who constantly searches for such epiphanic moments in solitude, but this was not the case. It was just one of those moments that seem very right, made even more so by the stop sign I saw in which the word "war" had been painted directly underneath "stop," presumably by some young rabble-rouser who will hopefully become the sort of person that continues to act on their convictions even after the ardency of youth has bid them adieu. It did make me recall a comment I made a few months ago, about how I occasionally speak of life in terms vaguely reminiscient of warfare. I still don't know quite what to make of that, but there you go. I do know that there are things that are up in the air right now, beyond the usual career issues, and it is...well, occasionally, very occasionally, to my anxiety-addled brain, having an issue to consider is actually a pleasant experience. This time...it is, well, just confusing, I suppose. Perhaps I just have no frame of reference.
So I have 6 more midnight shifts to go after this one, then I head to Albuquerque for a long weekend. After that, there is little to look forward to.
I would have liked to have somewhere to go with this entry, but once again, the opportunity appears lost. With a long stretch of mids, perhaps something will come to mind at a later date. Stay tuned, I suppose.