But here's the thing: winter really, truly grinds me down to a nub. I revel in summer - yes, even in stupid excessive heat (especially in stupid, excessive heat) and the thought that Labour Day is less than two months away makes me feel just a little sick. Plus I feel like I haven't DONE anything this summer... no magic swims in lakes at midnight, no amazing bike rides past towering pines, not even a dip at the local pool.
(New flash: Here is an item I was humbled to write for the very good folks at Annex Cat Rescue. Guaranteed to be the most bittersweet story you read all week.)
Wait... did I really just open this blog entry with a comment about the weather? Sigh - I do need to get out more. When you tell people you work from home, the reaction is often 'Oh you are so lucky.' And yes, there are pluses to working from home (cheap lunch in my favorite restaurant every day, feline assistants, rock-bottom wardrobe and cosmetic overhead). But the downsides are isolation, ennui and a sharp lack of stimuli, ergo a blog entry about the weather. What next: my aches and pains?
I read somewhere (New York Times I think) about this loosely organized collective of people who are self-employed and who congregate daily in a kind of rented ad hoc office space. The idea is simply to give shut-ins like me an opportunity to mingle and trade stories with others over coffee before listlessly slinking back to the computer.
It struck me as a good idea conceptually although I wonder what freelancer could possibly afford it. Also, would some sort of hierarchy emerge? You know... people would slide into predictable roles (ie: the office gossip, the braggart, the ceaseless talker) making the whole exercise as annoying as a regular workplace but without the pay or the office supplies you can steal.
I guess the point is to try and eek a bit of joy out of every day because you just never know... a platitude but one that is sort of true and not just on yoga mats. Maybe I'll eat lunch outside today and hope that air conditioner repair technician who is slated to come by (oh yes, my AC broke down yesterday) will defy all odds and pronounce my AC just a little bit sick and needing only minor (read: not crazy-ass expensive) repairs. It could be worse - it could already be November.