One of my guilty pleasures is Gossip Girl.
One of my even guiltier pleasures? I log on to NY Magazine after every new episode to read the Reality Guide. Really.
http://nymag.com/daily/entertainment/2011/01/gossip_girl_recap_14.html
A month + 1 has already passed since Christmas day, my friends. it seems surreal to look back to a month ago and realize I was back home, as since I got back up to Wask, it feels like I never left. That the brief 3 weeks (-1 day) interval in the outside world never occured. And yet exactly one month ago, Chris and I were enjoying Nuit Blanche at Ski Bromont, skiing til 2 in the morning. It was a wonderful night, on black diamond trails, with a good friend I get to see once a year. I miss nights like those. Simplicity, but out of the ordinary.
I am, by nature, a gregarious, social creature. While I do not need to be constantly with people and constantly entertained, I do require 2 things: social interactions and things to do. Sometimes (read: frequently) up here in Wask, I'm missing both of these elements. I don't require constantly being around other people; I can amuse myself just fine. However... I do believe the effects of isolation are starting to get to me, sometimes (see: research on said effects.) I've resorted to spending the evening tonight talking to complete random strangers online. Which is completely out of character, but has helped reduce some of the inevitable blahs related to a bad teaching day.
I'm finding it harder, now, in the After-Xmas part of the school year than the first half. Work keeps me busy and helps the time fly by, but... since I got back I'm finding this harder to endure than in the fall. It might be the frigid temperatures of the last week that basically kept all people inside. It might be not having a roommate to interact with at home this time around. It might be the lack of another something from last fall, and the way things were that I miss. (No, I won't go into details. I'm learning).
While my Farmville farm has flourished after months of abandonment last summer, and my planning and correcting is usually done immediately for once... I don't know. This whole way of living is not, on a long-term basis for me. Lesson learned. I won't, however, change my mind or even consider doing so, now that it is definately made up. I'm a Taurus, my friend, we're notoriously hard-headed, and once a decision enters my Taurean brain, (work, place, relationship, etc, etc) it doesn't depart.
I'm attempting to find new ways to stay amused. And to develop patience in waiting for answers to come to me (oh, believe me, it's taking everything I have right now to wait and see.I do wish I'd learned the lessons of: decision-making sooner and this all could have been avoided. Sometimes, we have to live with our mistakes and can't hide from them at the ski hill, with friends, or at a cafe. C'est ca la vie). And honing my Jeopardy skills. But, I'll admit it: I'm lonely on a few different levels, a lot of the time. 5 months to go!
Completely irrelevant link recommendation: The Crow and the Butterfly. I cannot listen to this song without it eliciting images of the Maine coast.
I've come to a new appreciation of the black bear.
No, don't worry, we're not having a repeat of last August when one was frequenting my yard and driveway.(Sidebar: flip flops and bear droppings do not a good mix make).
Last summer when I left for the north, i left a 2 thirds finished book in the bathroom.
It turns out I left the not 1, but two books I was reading over xmas back home as well. I guess I'll read them at Easter. In all fairness, Childhood was not all that engrossing, and I had already read Queen of Palmyra. Great book, more tomorrow when my brain is more fully functional.
Fun fact of the day: trout fish in the St-Lawrence tested positive for anti-depressants, thanx to the Montreal waters they swim in. Happy fish, no doubt.
Can't sleep, yetis will get me.
It was too cold to get groceries, so I dealt with so-so mediocre soup for supper.
I've been taking pictures of the food I make lately. Yes, I'm a touch bored (winter without skis).
I never thought I'd be grateful for CBC, of all channels.
Hopefully there's some skiing on this weekend. Living vicariously.
