About five months ago I started a new job at Union Cab of Madison. As a graduate student, I sought a job with flexible hours that I could enjoy and take some pride in. So when I found out that Union Cab was hiring, I jumped at the chance to drive one of their big yellow taxis.
Tonight I looked outside my bedroom window and saw a familiar orange glow in our backyard that I hadn't seen in several months. Yes, it was true--two housemates had brought out the fire pit and had started our first backyard fire of the year.
You know you live in the most lefty-radical part of Madison when you get a Super Bowl invitation that says "Come commiserate over the fallacy of community that is NFL Sports." It's worth a chuckle but I'm hardly miserable. I'm a Packer fan and I plan on cheering them on in tomorrow's Super Bowl.
16 Masa’il 167 B.E. (Baha’i Calendar)
Soundtrack in my head: Cloud Cult, “You Were Born”
I noticed that soft music was emanating from Samantha's bedroom, and I realized the best thing I could do was tune in with that energy. So I walked into my bedroom, put on some of my own soft music, turned on only the Christmas lights in my room, lit an incense stick and started doing some writing and praying.
"You're WILLINGLY moving into a co-op house with a baby?" asked a friend of mine at a co-op party. He was in his thirties, but still seemed surprised that I would leave my co-op in downtown Madison to help start a family friendly co-op house several miles away.
I guess I had always looked at apple picking as a chore, not a way to spend a pleasant autumn day. But I was intrigued by the idea, so I decided to join my housemates. One nice thing about living in Madison is that it's only a twenty-minute drive before you find yourself in a rural area, so we journeyed a few miles east of town to a local orchard.
What I find interesting, after two failed relationships in two years, is that I feel more strongly about sticking to the current lifestyle I lead. Even though my lifestyle has not been central to the ending of either relationship.
Really, it seemed that people had changed very little. Looking at everyone's faces, maybe there were a few more lines in the faces, a few gray hairs, and different haircuts (usually shorter hair for the men--many of whom, like me, had long hair at the time). Yet, some of the walkers brought their children and a few of those children were teenagers--children actually not that much younger than the walkers themselves were back in 1990. Indeed, I felt like I was transported back to 1990. This was especially true in the evening when we had a big campfire in a beautiful valley.