26 Sep 2000
(updated 26 Sep 2000 at 14:37 UTC) »
I am no longer on vacation. I'm at work, having just waded
through far far too many email, pondering things like
technology and life and insanity and cities and how much
cities suck when compared (thee, to a summer's day) to the
country. The maritime country, in fact, which is even more
breathtakingly beautiful than plain ol' regular country.
There's just something about tides, I think. About waking
up in the morning, grabbing a coffee, then sitting on the
porch watching the tide come in (or go out, depending),
while there are crickets and heavily laden apple trees, a
faint breeze from the west, and a profound stillness. Dawn
breaks over the red cliffs of Blomidon, and there are
I had a fantastic time. My friends were successfully
married with only a few minor sillinesses from the
proverbial peanut gallery (that'd be us). I spent a lot of
time sitting at my favourite cafe (there are only two in
town), drinking socially-conscious coffee on the back patio,
writing or reading or talking to dear old friends, getting a
little sun here and there, and just being very very
relaxed. I also took a whole lot of photos, but they're not
online yet. I'll post a few so y'all can see some of what I
mean when I talk about the ineffable beauty of that place.
Words simply cannot capture it. Nor can a camera. You
really have to be there, to feel the stillness for yourself,
to smell the air, to meet the incredible people.
If you're going on vacation, I highly recommend Nova Scotia
But, alas, I have returned to the grey concrete craziness of
the city now. It's sunny, at least. If it were raining
today, I doubt I could have coerced myself out of bed
anytime before noon. As it is, I got up, had a couple of
cups of coffee and wrote for an hour or so. Last night I
wrote for three or four hours I think, after I got home.
During the week I filled the better part of a notebook with
my scribblings. I had forgotten just how hard and wonderful
writing can be. I have ideas for a half dozen books now,
and dozens of short stories.
Yes, I wrote poems. Several. No, I'm not going to share
them with you here.
This is likely my last advogato diary entry. Now that I'm
writing again, I feel significantly less desire to share the
random tidbits of my life with perfect strangers on this
site. I'll share them through my writing instead. I'll
post a note if anything manages to get published. Until
then, adios. Stay sane, keep smiling, and for god's sake go
outside every once in a while. It's good for you.