One of the benefits of blogging anonymously is that you can say that you are away from home without worrying about someone taking the opportunity of robbing your house. That and DP and a very big, very ferocious stripy cat are still at home guarding my chests of gold (please stop laughing) with the intensity of Smaug.
I’m wandering through [town and state redacted], a sunny college town full of bungalows. I look at the big single-glazed windows, often into open living rooms and dining rooms. Some of them are book-lined, and there are windows on the side as well as the front. Often there is someone—usually a woman—framed by one of these windows, or side-lit by one of these windows, on a computer.
I imagine these women are professors, editors, writers. Maybe they are you guys, taking time from their writing to blog, and to look at the people who pass in front of their houses and wonder what they are thinking about. I am thinking about what it would be like to live in a place where it is sunny most of the time, and to live below dusty scrub-filled mountains. I am wondering if I’d walk my dog every day through these hills, and whether it would change how I see things. Would it be easier to live in a place where I didn’t have to shovel, but also where I never had a chance to lie in bed and listen to the rain?
What are you thinking about?