Here there be monsters (socratic) wrote,
Here there be monsters
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It's all gonna end and it might as well be my fault

Well my vacation is coming to a close. Tomorrow we pack up the bags and head back to New York to the awaiting school year and a world of hustle and bustle. Am I ready? I guess so. To be honest a large part of me wants to take a leave of absence and put the next semester off. I just don't feel the desire or resolve to get back into the full swing of things, but I think that if I let up now I might never finish so I will plunge ahead and just tell myself the same thing I do at the beginning of every semester. 15 weeks is a lot shorter than it seems at the start and when you take it a week at a time it whirls by passably fast.

I sure as heck don't feel ready to leave stary nights and clean fresh air for New York City, that's clear as day. Today I took everyone (consisting of my mother and H&C) out to the bog (since I don't trust anyone else to run the kicker, and it is a pretty good place to check out.) It was so unbelievably pristine and gorgeous out there. It's almost like being in one of those movies where people are sailing in little boats around the rice paddies and jungles of the South Pacific only the vegetation is mostly pine trees and the wildlife is appropriately northeastern, but the scenery is as lush and resplendant as any I've seen captured by a cinematographer.

Mars hangs low and large in the night sky. It's incredibly when the stars are so bright that the world looks like a planeteriam and you think that if you could just leap high enough you could reach back 5 billion years and touch one of them.

Lobster is really quite delicious. I don't understand why some people don't like it. It's incredible, especially when it's fresh and steamed. I'll admit that it can be a bit creepy to rip the claws and legs off of what was obviously once a very much alive creature, but it's worth it for what's inside. Which is DELICIOUSNESS.

I'm starting to feel really old. I've been on this planet for almost 22 years and I'm starting to get used to the idea that that means I'm an adult. I don't know if I'm cut out for it. It's a strange thing when one finally feels the shift of life away from the preoccupations of youth. I don't know. I'm not afraid or distrubed about the idea of getting a job and paying my own bills or anything, it's more the being mature in other ways that bothers me. I guess that's not strictly necessary though. With no wife or children (current or planned) I will be able to belch and stay up until 3 AM watching giant robot cartoons as much as I want as long as it doesn't interfere with my work. That's some comfort.

They closed the ski resort near my house up here. That makes me unspeakably sad. I had so many great times on that mountain when I was young, especially with my father. I loved it so much and haven't been up there recently and now it's gone. I guess it's just a place but still...vacation spots shouldn't change. I always figured that mountain would be there when I was ready to return to it. Guess I was wrong.

There's some kind of creature (a racoon?) trying to get into the house at the moment and it's giving me the creeps. Maybe it won't be so horrible to return to the city after all.
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