Casper has run off with my watch, because it is shiny and makes a noise, and he has hidden it somewhere. So I have been managing this past work week by the digital time on my computer. I don’t like this as much because it does not allow me to visualize time. If I need to run to the bank and grab lunch and I have an assessment at 2:30 and it takes a half hour to get there, what time should I leave work? This takes me a bit longer to figure out without my trusty watch that I can stare at and break down time in visual chunks. I can remember information from a book and be able to tell what side and section of the page the information was on, but if you ask me to add or subtract simple numbers or manage time in my head I will be sadly, tragically inept.
As of January, my region is now the local tri-state area, instead of state-wide which makes traveling easy. My favorite are the visits to Grand Isle County. Vermont has islands? Yes sir, they do. Big ones, too. I’m sure at some point in history Vermont and New York State had a big fight over who would get to have the islands. I imagine that the Green Mountain Boys staked out the island and challenged the New Yorkers to a drinking game and the rest was histroy. Somehow Vermont won. The Champlain Islands are a beautiful, wind swept region connected to the rest of Vermont by a single thread of road. Traveling west of I-89, I first see tree filled marshes on either side, and I imagine blue herons and other long, graceful birds standing among the watery wood. Then I pass Sand Dune State Park, then suddenly I’m out over vast water on either side of me. At this point the scenery is so distracting that I don’t know how anyone manages to stay on the road and not veer off into the lake while admiring the mountains in the distance. In the summer, sailboats bob on the deep blue waves, in the winter, ice-fishing houses dot the flat white landscape ringed by a snow capped blue range. Even pickup trucks are boldly parked out on the ice. The islands lie before me, stretching all the way to Canada. I enter South Hero and it is still Vermont and there are even farms a-plenty out on the islands but something has changed. There is a self-contained feeling, a subtle change in culture, and every road leads to water.
Today I’m going to do that take home final from last semester dammit. Then I’m going to be done, done with that and next weekend I will relax and do nothing at all.
Feb 27th 2004Uncategorized