Olympic Thoughts
How long ago was that trip to Walmart? A long time ago… In the mean time I have only watched ONE of those westerns from the pack of 100. So 99 Westerns to go.
Whats been happening? Well a bunch- probably too much to fit into a blog post. I won’t bore you with life moments that have happened over the last weeks (months?), but rather just jump right back in where we are.
I lived in the UK for a long time… It’s my second home, really. And truthfully for the whole time that I lived there in recent years, the Olympics always seemed like something very very far in the distance… and now it’s finished! I am finding myself something in a state of withdrawal… as it is after every Olympics, I feel like a drug addict deprived of their fix. I miss synchronised diving or horsey dancing the most.
Anyways, what a wonderful job they did over there on the other side of the Atlantic… not least of all the overhaul of the Royal Families public image… I imagine it is only a matter of time before Buckingham Palace PR has Queenie tweeting and hashtagging like the rest of us… her quick smart wit is too good to not be in the Twitterverse.
And so with this, we experience the passing of the seasons. The Depot Theatre, the workplace of my beloved is in full swing, and in point of fact, we are coming close to the end of the season here in the bucolic wilds of Westport on Lake Champlain. Its sort of crazy who we are already at this point.
And with the coming of the autumnal breezes, comes the promise of some kind of employment for me! Exciting stuff…
Without getting too emotional/sentimental in this blog (it is free to the public, after all) it has been something of a hard slog, this Summer. There have been moments of bleakness and some very serious contemplative naval gazing has certainly occurred. But as the Summer comes to its natural end, as we feel the impending coolness of the Winter breeze, I can only feel that Opportunity’s door is being left ajar, that I might wedge my foot in, and there is comfort and solace in that potential…
In truth, the courage of the Olympians has played a part in my turn around. A good narrative gets me every time and the trials of the Olympiad is such a hot bed of retribution themes.
DISCOVERED SPACES: The Essex County Fair
One of the interesting things about moving to the Town of Westport is to understand it as a transitional space. A seasonal destination with a distinct ebb and flow.
Spaces live and breathe much as the people that occupy them. The fair ground will come to life in the Summer, though for now it is the home of the harness racing horses bound for Yonkers Raceway.
As something of an explanation to this pictorial essay: while I have yet to experience the Champlain Valley Summer season, I thought I would take this time, the calm before the storm, to examine the spaces in a dormant state.
We’ve arrived!
After a 5 am wake up and a rigorous day of packing and driving for another 5 hours, we have finally landed in Essex County.
First impressions? It’s pretty quiet. Also we have been greeted by a care package with personalized gift certificates to the local general store! So they have been expecting us in the sleepy little town of Westport. it feels nice to be so warmly welcomed.
I’ll unpack tomorrow and then we’ll start the acclimating process.
Photos to follow. Promise. :-)
