Article Contributed on: 1/1/2008 10:24:07 PM
(with all due apologies to Douglas Adams, obviously)
Evergreen. How I miss you already. Your quiet days and silent nights were once perfect for me, because silence is absolutely a gift. It allows you time to think and the clarity to understand that which you're thinking about.
Instead, I have moved into chaos: the house is a mess, the kitchen is a mess and while the kids have defined 'play areas' that consume a large percentage of our square footage, they tend to roam the rest of the land with impunity. Which might be a problem...
The truth is that as I sit here this evening - at my kitchen table and listen to semi's, motorcycles and needlessly-souped-up small cars pass by on the major thoroughfare that our new property backs to, I come to realize at least one thing:
When we hear a siren, it will probably be a "live" event, rather than something that just happens to be on the TV. A dog barking? Likely ours. A street full of snow?
Well, as it turns out, we now live on a street that doesn't get plowed. The irony is more than I can bear, frankly: while in Evergreen we lived on a school bus route that was cleared during the middle of the night. Here in the big city, we live on a street that seems to escape the notice of all government officials.
And this is an improvement, how?
But in my mode of "trying not to HATE the house," I've come to a realization: we have a yard. We have a usable basement. And we have a 2 minute commute to the closest grocer.
More than I expected and more than I experience, to tell the truth.
I may yet find some benefit of this move.
Chris Stone will continue to blog at this URI but will attach it to Arvada's hub, lest he write something worth publishing that he's unable to read in another location...