Incognito....

Never try to go unnoticed in a small town.
It is near impossible.
If not completely impossible.
Currently, while in my metamorphosis stage of pupae I have been traveling to a small town close by as part of my job. Each week, at least twice, a trip to the local library is involved. It is interesting to read the newspaper, skim the new books that have just come in, or look up the meaning of my most recent dreams in a book I believe should be in the resource area rather than be checked out. During my recent (3 months) interest in living off-grid in a tiny house, I have found there are not many books on the subject of any substance. So... on one such adventurous outing to the library I asked if they had any books on the subject and the polite librarian gave me a form to fill out for an inter-library loan. That was about 2 months ago. A week later, I asked, and the book had just come in. It was written in the 50's. I giggled, checked out the book and thumbed through it before I went to bed that night... interesting, but not much help.
The weeks passed.
I thought nothing of it...
We have been in the library several times, said hello to at least 3 different librarians, read, looked at the internet on their computers, browsed the dvd's for when my netflix are in transit and bought things at their fundraiser bake sale.
Last week as I was sitting and reading, the librarian, the one who had done the loan from the other library, approached me and said "I haven't forgotten about the off-grid books you were looking for, so I have checked back with them several times and we have another book that should be here for you soon."

Hmmmmm, and here I thought I was incognito....

Btw, they called today, while I was parking the car outside the library, to let me know the book was in.
The title is World Changing: A User's Guide for the 21st Century.
It is about the size of Moby Dick... so skimming and searching will commence before reading...

Just remember, a free thinker will stand out from the crowd, whether in a small town or a big city, it is just easier to be incognito in a big city...

Hindsight... it ain't looking through your rearview mirror

The last guy I dated/lived with
however briefly
asked me
in a very upset voice late at night
"why do you want to talk when it is time to go to sleep?"
and I didn't know the answer,
until yesterday.
My clients come home every evening
sometimes to have a family dinner
this particular night was one.
They sat and talked about their issues,
personal and professional,
in front of their children,
who eat with their fingers instead of using utensils
which they are given
and not any attention paid to or conversations were had with these small charges, who were well aware their choices for behavior were going unnoticed by their paternal beings at the same table....
and as I observed
I thought back to when my boys were small
and being raised with step brothers and sister
and what our family dinners were like
As much as I would like to think that we asked the children
about their day,
or talked to them about what was going on in their lives
I am not positive we did
what I do remember
is that each night
when we went to bed
is when we discussed our day
and what was going on
Some of which was not any business of the children or
at least didn't need to be said in front of them

Then, and only then did I remember being asked
why I talk when we get in bed to sleep
and now I remember why....

then I thought
and I still do
I think it is nice to lay down in a bed
with a significant other
and talk, without noise or interruption, nor distraction
of your day, hopes, wishes, worries or dreams...
while someone holds you, or touches your feet with theirs
it is one of those little things in life that makes it
oh so much better...

so...
don't let someone make you feel bad about something so simple and enjoyable...
they don't realize how special it is... so show them...