A HOLIDAY DIARY by the Peripheral Introvert. Entry #1
Albuquerque New Mexico. Thanksgiving Day 2014. Low 60s predicted. Most of the cottonwoods along the river have shed their leaves so today’s walk will be on a crunchy path through a tawny-brown-gray landscape underneath the brightest of blue skies. I think the river will also be brown and slow as the Rio Grande always is down here—only up in the canyons below Taos is it blue and frisky.
Let’s see if my claim to preferring to spend most typical gathering times alone holds up. I will write now and again throughout the day and try to be very honest about whether FOMA (remember-Fear Of Missing Out) strikes or whether I really am in my natural holiday habitat.
Can I please establish though, right here, right now, that as a peripheral introvert I will grouse and mumble throughout the day because it is how I am. That is not because I want to be in a crowded room with too many people and too much predictable food with the merry sounds of big stupid guys running back and forth on a field to the cheers of their demented followers. Quite the opposite. I grouse because I can.
Although I will admit that if a catering van pulled up about 1PM, raced in, whisked a white linen cloth and heavy silverware into place, placed fresh flowers in the middle, set down a giant bowl of sage-seasoned, celery and onion enriched, butter infused bread stuffing and a pan of buttery cinnamony mashed sweet potatoes with the marshmallows all melted and gold-toasted on top, and poured a nice glass of champagne for me it would be okay.
But in a contest between stuffing and solitude, solitude wins!
Woke up at the usual 5AM. Drinking coffee, engaged immediately in my favorite morning practice—making lists and plans and goals and calendars. They include organizing writing spaces and materials for my next classes; hanging newly framed and/or mounted photos; taking a walk and photographing the brown Bosque; gathering my Norway, Russia, Mongolia, China travel library in one spot; spending time with ModPo poets AND writing this serial post. I’ll be back with a progress report on tasks and mood. Here’s to the periphery.