Yesterday I went to pick up a book at Oblong Books in Millerton, and then some fruit at McEnroe's Organic Farm Market. I tried a short cut home, through winding back country roads, and ended up getting a bit lost.
It was fun. Sometimes I think I know this area like the back of my hand, and it's refreshing to know I can get turned around and around in circles with one missed turn.
The weekends keep getting shorter and shorter, with Larry needing to catch planes out of LaGuardia and Kennedy airports earlier and earlier in the day on Sunday. But thanks to the rainy weather, spending the day doing laundry isn't quite so annoying. And is always more gratifying when some of that laundry is thrift store booty as it was again this weekend.
I've been on a bit of a spending spree, probably because I've got a new job that feels like a perfect fit. So I feel a kind of safety and security I haven't in a very long time.
I know it's just a feeling, because there's no such thing as security in advertising, or any job these days. But still, I relish the honeymoon phase of starting a new job that feels like a dream job.
It's not so different from the feeling of not knowing exactly where you are, in the sense that there's a dreaminess to it, an outside of reality kind of feel because it's not yet complete familiar, rote and routine.
Of course, that's after the initial moment of panic wears off.
May your day be filled with Magic Medicine of dreamy days.
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