Posts Tagged ‘hotel’

Mountain Man

12 August 2010

Dear J-

I had the opportunity to head out for dinner with the rest of the guys again, but I eschewed it in favor of a lonely drive up into the mountains.  Those of you who already had the opinion that I’m antisocial will nod your heads knowingly, but it’s not just wanting to be alone:  I spend time with these folks willingly, and ungrudgingly — I’d just planned that route out in my head last night and couldn’t wait to try it out (final verdict was that it was worth doing once:  north on Golden Springs Road, east on Choccolocco, continue north on Alabama 9 through the Talladega National Forest, then loop back using smaller roads — in my case I tried going down Hollingsworth, which was worth it, especially going west on Whites Gap Road).

So I end up at the mall for dinner which is a mistake:  it reminds me too much of the lost summer (2004) spent mostly alone in my room/cell in Ann Arbor, where the only entertainment to be had was cooking the same pasta night after night and walking over to the mall, alone alone alone.  And so it seems that passing up the chance at a night amongst friends has the double effect of compounding the loneliness, right?

There’s nothing quite like eating alone in a mall, I says.  The one thing I’m dead tired of is eating out alone; if you’re at the same hotel with people you know if nothing else then you should hang out a little bit.  It’s nice to have time to yourself, but the room echoes a bit too empty when it’s just your thoughts and voice breaking the silence.



Nap Time

7 September 2009

Dear J-

The next time someone tells you any sure-fire ways to knock kids down for the night, remember that even if they can’t swim, an hour in the pool will render them unconscious in a matter of moments. Perhaps it’s a genetic thing; we spent whole summers in our neighbor’s pool and I never remembered much after 10PM. Today we went to visit theVet’s sister and family, who were spending a last week off before figgy’s cousin goes off to kindergarten on Thursday.

Conquering Nap 1874 -sm

As Labor Days go this was pretty much what we needed — low-key, no schedules, and dreams fulfilled; one of the thoughts I always had was the cosy feeling of a baby sleeping my chest and today between the pool and restaurant, figgy was lured into my trap. I got half an hour out of it; I spent half an hour picking ineffectually at my food — meaning everything within reach I could graze on — with a figgy making my left arm steadily numb and a steady smile in my mind.