Post Thanksgiving spin out
It's only been a day or so (and one long night) but I'm worried about a big rut that may be looming here.
Going to bed at 3 or 4am (or not at all as would seem to be the case today-- 5:37am and I'm still up). Waking up late. Sleepy through the day. Too much HDTV and TiVo and easy internet access. Maybe I'm just vegging out, but this could get dangerous quick. I have emails to many friends that I need to catch up on (Egg!). I have friends in NY that I need to get together with. I have phonecalls to return. I have travel plans to make. I have to tell David about all the interesting wool and yarn contacts that I've made. I have to buy health insurance. I have to fix my parents' computers. I have blog entries to write and photos to publish.
This same thing happens every time I come home to NY. My old house is like a black hole for motivation. My brother feels it too; neither of us know what causes it. It was excusable during the long holiday weekend. Now, something needs to be done. Just because I grew up on LI doesn't mean that I can't have adventures here.
I think I'm going to hike the Meadowbrook on Thursday. The recent story about a certain urban river in St. Louis has me curious.
Audio recording (as suggested by Velma) is also on my mind lately: the PMD-660 and the This American Life illustrated guide to radio are giving me lots of exciting ideas.
Going to bed at 3 or 4am (or not at all as would seem to be the case today-- 5:37am and I'm still up). Waking up late. Sleepy through the day. Too much HDTV and TiVo and easy internet access. Maybe I'm just vegging out, but this could get dangerous quick. I have emails to many friends that I need to catch up on (Egg!). I have friends in NY that I need to get together with. I have phonecalls to return. I have travel plans to make. I have to tell David about all the interesting wool and yarn contacts that I've made. I have to buy health insurance. I have to fix my parents' computers. I have blog entries to write and photos to publish.
This same thing happens every time I come home to NY. My old house is like a black hole for motivation. My brother feels it too; neither of us know what causes it. It was excusable during the long holiday weekend. Now, something needs to be done. Just because I grew up on LI doesn't mean that I can't have adventures here.
I think I'm going to hike the Meadowbrook on Thursday. The recent story about a certain urban river in St. Louis has me curious.
Audio recording (as suggested by Velma) is also on my mind lately: the PMD-660 and the This American Life illustrated guide to radio are giving me lots of exciting ideas.
posted by Scottley at 2:36 AM
3 Comments:
Hmm... I remember hearing many stories about LI adventures. Drives around the island. Upstate NY. The City. The beach. The boardwalk. There are probably a couple left to be had.
But, I, too, have experienced the lulling force of the East Meadow house. Having only spent a few weeks there, I remember spending at least a third of it on the couch reading.
I've found that making plans with other people really help my motivation factor here. =)
Enough with the deliverables.
Can't imagine you'll be in a rut for long. Recognizing it means you'll be okay. But meanwhile take the time to soak yer head in the safety and comfort of an environment that keeps humming around you whether you're engaged or not. It'll be all too soon that those opportunities skitter away and focus is forced upon you.
You should totally canoe the Meadowlands for some cool urban wilderness up in your area.
P.S. Happy belated Thanksgiving.
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