Saturday, July 7, 2012
I'm in the process of finalizing dates for a winter job here and an April vacation in New Orleans. When I get those done, I'll start thinking more about where I'll be spending my October/November time off, and next summer's job. I'm ready to change that summer job after three years for both work and interpersonal reasons. I may try to switch to a different job in the office here, but I'm also tempted to try to get a job in one of the southern locations near Yellowstone Lake for a change of scenery and opportunity to do different hikes and enjoy cooler summer temperatures.
Friday, April 27, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
The hotel is closed and most employees leave tomorrow. The empty season has arrived. A woman I’d gone out with a few times leaves tomorrow also. We had some nice chemistry, but I soon realized that she was much too social for me, that the enthusiasm she showed when she saw me was nothing that she didn’t show anyone, and that in fact many other people here were more important to her than I was. Lord knows what she realized about me.
Three months passed without being able to get together with the woman from last autumn who I had high hopes for. Plans were canceled and canceled again, and the high hopes and what I wanted to explain to her began to seem like irrelevant ancient history and a new beginning unlikely.
I had some minor surgery this morning which will keep me from doing anything adventurous during these couple days off. The gym is going to be closed for repairs for the next month or so—I hadn’t been going lately because of an achy knee and general apathy, but my interest was just swinging back when I discovered the notice on the door.
One of the people who will be leaving soon and greatly changing my feelings about the community also happens to be my summer boss. I might have applied for the job if I wouldn’t have had to move out of the park if I were to get it. I’ve heard that over thirty people have applied for the job. Everyone wants to tell me what to do. All things considered, I’m suddenly considering the possibility that it might be my last year here. But then I’d have to consider where I’ll be next year.
It’s beer-drinking, Fred Eaglesmith-listening time.
Friday, January 20, 2012
The book is still a few days away from its release, and I've been stunned by the number of votes reviews have already been receiving. I could probably make a list of a couple dozen much more important books I've reviewed there, add up their votes, and not reach the total number of votes this book review has received. The big difference, of course, is that all those books I consider more important are about the natural world, humanity's distance from it, abuse of other species, extinction, etc.
But apparently nothing is more important to many introverts than themselves. What is really most interesting, and maybe a bit frightening as well, are the comments I've received. Many of them seem to come from a point of believing that all introverts must have the same opinion as the commenter, and a few of them, if representative, would make a good case that introverts are indeed mentally ill, a point the book argues against. I think the comments also demonstrate how ill at ease young people feel about their places in society. You can judge for yourself here. I haven't responded to the comments at all yet, but will probably use this post as the basis for doing so.
It's been relatively quiet in Yellowstone and I've been quiet here myself. Having a room to myself this winter has been a great relief from the issues which arise from sharing a small room with a stranger. To some extent I'd like to say that it's led to a lot of writing and deep thinking as well, but really it's led to having a couple beers most nights and spending a lot of time listening to music. Which has been great in its own right, because music has always been my gateway to my emotions, and they've been swirling lately between a couple women after many years of rarely feeling anything at all. This morning I told one I still wanted to get together to explain why I'd been so reserved with her last fall; tomorrow morning I'll see the other I've been missing for three days while she's been away.
I haven't actually seen the work schedule yet to verify that I have the time off, but a week from now I expect to be packing for a snow coach trip and a few days at Old Faithful. To be at a place unreachable by automobile has perhaps been an unrealized lifetime dream. It seems like it should be quiet; it will certainly be isolated. And I no doubt will make an effort to spend my days farther away from the few people there. I will tell my inner voice to be quiet and stop talking.