would you tell a friend that you are irregular?
i've become stupidly aware that i never post here. i emphasize "here" because i also have the myspace...though i never update there either. frankly, i am a bad updater. but i've had this idea about doing actual blog type stuff...a weekly essay, like a bad column. but i'm not sure.
ryan had two recitals this weekend, and the one i saw today in gilford was pretty damn good. and seth and i have been talking a lot about what we want to do in the future, particularly in the area of teaching. he reminds me that i love teaching, and ryan reminds me that i love art, and together i'm reminded that i would love to create a local art institute for writers, musicians and visual artists. who's coming with me?
speaking of that bad column idea... I was out for a drive the other day, and while passing the trailhead for Rattlesnake I let a family pass the road to their car, as is deemed lawful by the state of New Hampshire. The father waved and the mother sheparded the parade of daughters in front of me, and the grandmother walked by my hood without so much as a smile in my direction. Before I drove off she leaned her head toward my window and sent out a sweet thank-you, completely catching my surprise with a step beyond the obligatory wave, and subsequently brightened my day.
A similar occurrence happened a few days prior to said etiquette when after being re-routed due to bridge construction in Plymouth, I stopped for an elderly woman to back up and drive away from the senior center. She backed out, taking her sweet time, paused in the middle of the road to fasten her seatbelt and roll down the window, then went on her way. She also forgot the wave, and admittedly I was a little miffed. Little did I know, she took that time to roll down her window so that when she passed me she could poke her little blue-haired head out the window and say thank-you rather than simply wave.
The point? Well, maybe there isn’t one really, but I was struck by the juxtaposition of these extra little acts of kindness and the stigmas of bitterness and vehicular headaches hung around the necks of senior citizens. I had forgotten, in my shiftless, wilderness reverie, that I have a special place in my head and heart for senior citizens. I’m not sure that any group of people makes me feel more welcome, capable, needed, funny, and other stuff. Senior citizens are the quickest with good jokes, display a kind of manners that people just don’t have anymore, and have an appreciation for things that surpasses most others. And when I really think about it, I have hopped on the bandwagon of old-jokes and such, and for that I feel rueful.
So I’m wondering, in my protracted search for a career, what there is for me to do as good service to senior citizens. I’ve really been focusing on helping the youth of the area because of my work with the arsonists, alcoholics, drug addicts, and sex offenders at Beckett, but I think I can branch out a little further in years, possibly by incorporating writing and such. Senior citizens have great stories-they just need help harnessing them.
there are people i can be better friends to, and i intend on doing that.
welcome back to the west wing sam seaborn...i'm near giddy
ryan had two recitals this weekend, and the one i saw today in gilford was pretty damn good. and seth and i have been talking a lot about what we want to do in the future, particularly in the area of teaching. he reminds me that i love teaching, and ryan reminds me that i love art, and together i'm reminded that i would love to create a local art institute for writers, musicians and visual artists. who's coming with me?
speaking of that bad column idea... I was out for a drive the other day, and while passing the trailhead for Rattlesnake I let a family pass the road to their car, as is deemed lawful by the state of New Hampshire. The father waved and the mother sheparded the parade of daughters in front of me, and the grandmother walked by my hood without so much as a smile in my direction. Before I drove off she leaned her head toward my window and sent out a sweet thank-you, completely catching my surprise with a step beyond the obligatory wave, and subsequently brightened my day.
A similar occurrence happened a few days prior to said etiquette when after being re-routed due to bridge construction in Plymouth, I stopped for an elderly woman to back up and drive away from the senior center. She backed out, taking her sweet time, paused in the middle of the road to fasten her seatbelt and roll down the window, then went on her way. She also forgot the wave, and admittedly I was a little miffed. Little did I know, she took that time to roll down her window so that when she passed me she could poke her little blue-haired head out the window and say thank-you rather than simply wave.
The point? Well, maybe there isn’t one really, but I was struck by the juxtaposition of these extra little acts of kindness and the stigmas of bitterness and vehicular headaches hung around the necks of senior citizens. I had forgotten, in my shiftless, wilderness reverie, that I have a special place in my head and heart for senior citizens. I’m not sure that any group of people makes me feel more welcome, capable, needed, funny, and other stuff. Senior citizens are the quickest with good jokes, display a kind of manners that people just don’t have anymore, and have an appreciation for things that surpasses most others. And when I really think about it, I have hopped on the bandwagon of old-jokes and such, and for that I feel rueful.
So I’m wondering, in my protracted search for a career, what there is for me to do as good service to senior citizens. I’ve really been focusing on helping the youth of the area because of my work with the arsonists, alcoholics, drug addicts, and sex offenders at Beckett, but I think I can branch out a little further in years, possibly by incorporating writing and such. Senior citizens have great stories-they just need help harnessing them.
there are people i can be better friends to, and i intend on doing that.
welcome back to the west wing sam seaborn...i'm near giddy