Quote du Jour: "There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do." - Anais Nin
I like doing the Blog thing in the morning because for some odd reason I'm more creative in the morning. I say odd because I'm not really a morning person. I get up at 5:00 am and sort of veg out here at my computer until 8:00. It takes me that long to wake up. If I got up at 7:30 or 8:00,
I wouldn't wake up until it was time for lunch.
This morning I spent too much time vegging, so I didn't get a chance to write anything. So here it is 8:12 pm EST and I'm finally writing.
I seem to do my best thinking while I'm in the car driving to work which is very frustrating because I can't stop to write anything down and I usually forget the most brilliant of these thoughts once I get to work. They were brilliant, weren't they. I didn't just imagine that?
Nah!
I bought one of those little tape recorders awhile back, but that's as bad as trying to use a cell phone while driving. Doesn't work very well - especially if you're like me and can't walk and chew gum at the same time without biting your tongue or tripping over your own feet.
I used to take a highway route to work - Route 4 east to Route 17 north if any of you are familiar with the area - but they've been doing construction where 4 and 208 meet and it's been a nightmare. I had found a back way during the reconstruction of the 4 and 17 interchange last
year, but I only used it to come home at night. In the mornings I'm usually operating on auto-pilot, and changing the route seemed to be too much of a challenge. Now I like a good challenge, mind you, but not in the mornings. I can't concentrate on driving and creativity at the same time. Usually, it's the driving that loses.
So now I take this back route and I'm finding it far superior. It's relaxing. There's no one driving so close they can honk my horn for me. There's no one (well, almost no one) cutting me off. There's no trucks. No buses. No fender-benders to tie up traffic. It's wonderful.
Yesterday, I saw a cardinal sitting in a bush. There are often ducks swimming in the brook that runs along the road at one point. One street is very narrow and lined with big old Victorian houses. Tall trees create make a canopy over head. Bare branches trace black patterns
over the sky right now, but I know that soon they will provide a bright green bower.
As I drive along, I wonder about the people who live in the houses. I wonder why they've chosen this color paint, or that kind of trim. I wonder why the owners of the very large home at the corner of Spring and Irving have chosen to build a whole other house at the back end of their
existing house. Why do they need all that room? I'm disappointed that the new owners of the grey house with the purple door painted it black. Now the house is just another house, while before it made a statement. Guess they didn't like what it said.
I wonder if the people who live by the brook like living near the water enough to put up with the occasional flood. I watch the people jogging or walking their dogs and wonder which house belongs to them. And by the time I get to work, I'm in a much better frame of mind than I would
be if I joined the throng of cars jostling for space on the too-crowded highway.
Once they finish the construction, I don't think I'll be changing my route. It's become too much of a stop and smell the roses kind of thing.
Posted by Cyberkat at January 31, 2002 8:50 PM | TrackBack