Bohemia Lost
An Ecclesiastical Nightmare!
My biggest adventure this week was finding gasoline at $2.19 a gallon, which was actually pretty cool, budgeting my last $3.09 and managing laundry while grading papers.
I miss my previous bohemian lifestyle. There was a magical freedom in trekking through the woods un-showered, in dirty clothes when the rest of the world is suited up, anxiously gulping morning brew, punching in and logging on.
For the last several weeks I've been tripping over the ruts other people call daily routine because I refuse to fall into them. I need to just jump in and go with the flow; at least it would make the work run smoother.
But I long for the creek that runs under the railway trestle, where graffiti is the morning news, train comings and goings are the only schedules that have to be attended to and gurgles and swirls of muddy water are carefully studied. I want to climb over the gate where the no trespassing signs are nailed, wade across the stream where snakes and gators lurk and wander endlessly through the protected wetland.
I briefly entertained the idea that there is something honorable in complying with the ... but I couldn't even get the thought completely written before disagreeing with myself. Picture the word ‘responsible' being spit-up in my mouth.
Excuse me while I stomp my feet and pout, "I won't grow up and you can't make me!"
Oh yes, I have now been without sleeping pills for four weeks, after using them for a little over five years. Yeah for me! Could there be a correlation between the lack of pills and my recent tantrum... maybe!
