dudemanflab's Diaryland Diary

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48 hours at Hallockville Pond and I’ve

seen a near-full moon over and on the frozen water

passed through the town of Hawley and didn’t miss the post office—a side room of someone’s house

trekked through the woods and began to read the forest

learned to identify tree species—spruce, fir and hemlock, white and red pine, diseased beech, white, grey, and gold birch (sweet as A&W), and diamond-barked ash

remembered the joy of a late night conversation

considered the possibility that there may be less than, say, twenty personality types in American twenty-somethings... from the sheer uncanny resemblance several people have to my friends.

considered that each person, twenty-something or not, is a volume of persons.

heard about Buber’s “I” and “Thou”

felt my colon work out all the animal protein I’d been saving for later

defined “intentional community” as license to use someone else’s mouthwash

played and sang Beatle’s tunes for the first time
been informed that people here have been suggesting nicknames for me for a month at Thursday’s literary hour. There’s a Paul here already. The best they’ve come up with are (say them) Pineappaul and Paulsalmic Vinegar.

remained unimpressed with local nicknaming.

realized the daddy-long-leg above the urinal hadn’t moved in two days and was likely dead.

walked over half of a mile using the bathroom four times

followed the yellow snow to find the “intentional community’s” short-distance urinal station, north side of the bunkhouse.

realized walking on snow and ice is preferable to the mud

loved my woolen blankets

eaten eggplant lasagna, ginger curry, and burritos made by one of the kindest cooks

figured out the song everyone sings on the way to food at dinner time

heard the f-word without all the aftertaste of social taboos.

wished I could go back 70 years to join the CCC

come to believe what we’re doing here, who we are being here, is of utmost value

been persuaded that things happen, pass by, live and die every day beyond my comprehension

been grateful.

10:14 p.m. - March 31, 2008

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