i am not a bee but...
greetings from gorgeous silver bay on historic lake george in the Adirondacks, where i have never been before. i have been in constant motion for what feels like the past three days, and now, i have reached one destination, where i can stay for a time. and kayak. which makes my heart warm. i am also dealing with two pairs of pants, two tank tops, one shirt and 3 pairs of underwear and a swimsuit for a week and a half gig. and the reason i am not returning or answering yer calls... is that my phone is dead.
and this gal is singing in the silly pizza shope and ice cream parlour, and i can't help but fall inlove. knots of young people cling to the couch area, and the older ones sit outside and talk loudly as if these two people were not even around. i'm feeling flushed from heat of this old computer borrowed from some quaker, or silly glances or maybe its my sunburn, but either way i am wishing i could send you the liquid notes from two guitars and some vocal chords.
and all of these staff people in their blue and white polo shirts bearing the samesame emblem rushing about all smiles and furls of blonde hair make me a little nervous. as does the way that most folks will say hullo when i walk up, but i seem to constantly be outside two sides of the conversation. one, where the older folks complain and worry about how there are no kids or teens. and the other, where the kids and teens complain that no one listens to them, or ignores what they're doing. and, looking around, i'm going with the latter. i get asked my opinion only to get talked over. and told. and told.
this knot of kids by the stage rotate chairs, share instruments, sing, read poetry all while laying about in this person or that person's arms, play with hair and offer backrubs, dance and smile softly tapping out a rhythm with their hands that aren't busy with the rest. and i feel heartsick for some reason. wishing perhaps.
alternately, i talked to a ten year old about global warming and how she got called a "tree-hugger" and how transfat is really like the bestbest most amazing chocolate brownie in the world... that someone mixed dog poo into.
i like it here. aside from all sorts of free watersports (sailing!) i also feel as though i am extremely qualified (given pastlives) to do any of the work here. the front desk runs the same hotel management program i worked with at candlewood, the foodservice comes easy from three summers of sweltering heat via 6 flags, and with two summers as a camp counselor the rest falls into place. and it is easy to forget time and days. maybe the secret to escape space and time is to disengage.
and this gal is singing in the silly pizza shope and ice cream parlour, and i can't help but fall inlove. knots of young people cling to the couch area, and the older ones sit outside and talk loudly as if these two people were not even around. i'm feeling flushed from heat of this old computer borrowed from some quaker, or silly glances or maybe its my sunburn, but either way i am wishing i could send you the liquid notes from two guitars and some vocal chords.
and all of these staff people in their blue and white polo shirts bearing the samesame emblem rushing about all smiles and furls of blonde hair make me a little nervous. as does the way that most folks will say hullo when i walk up, but i seem to constantly be outside two sides of the conversation. one, where the older folks complain and worry about how there are no kids or teens. and the other, where the kids and teens complain that no one listens to them, or ignores what they're doing. and, looking around, i'm going with the latter. i get asked my opinion only to get talked over. and told. and told.
this knot of kids by the stage rotate chairs, share instruments, sing, read poetry all while laying about in this person or that person's arms, play with hair and offer backrubs, dance and smile softly tapping out a rhythm with their hands that aren't busy with the rest. and i feel heartsick for some reason. wishing perhaps.
alternately, i talked to a ten year old about global warming and how she got called a "tree-hugger" and how transfat is really like the bestbest most amazing chocolate brownie in the world... that someone mixed dog poo into.
i like it here. aside from all sorts of free watersports (sailing!) i also feel as though i am extremely qualified (given pastlives) to do any of the work here. the front desk runs the same hotel management program i worked with at candlewood, the foodservice comes easy from three summers of sweltering heat via 6 flags, and with two summers as a camp counselor the rest falls into place. and it is easy to forget time and days. maybe the secret to escape space and time is to disengage.