I am much refreshed. I took a dip in Walden Pond, and while it's not quite as quiet and remote as it once was, it's still a beautiful and inspiring place. I wandered the cemetery in the area as well, and felt strangely connected to that whole literary group all afternoon. They felt like real people for the first time.
I started daydreaming about finding a nice, quiet place for all my friends to move in and take over, where we could be creatively productive and live juicy lives. If you think about it, it's the same old dream from college, when you want to have all your buddies move into the same building so that you can have THE party house. It's so much easier to move your friends to you, rather than make friends of the people already around you. And I am all about the easy way.
I'm in historic Salem now, eager to jump into the 20 or so Witch dungeons and museums in the area. I think I'll save those for tomorrow. There was a great house right as I was coming in that was painted all in black, with red foundations. Chains made a big X on the front door, and gargoyles guarded the entrance. It must have been built as a church, what with all the steeples and pillars. It was stunning. A small sign on one side said, "Not a Church. Get over it."
I'm kind of confused. Are there really people so silly as to think a huge black and red old building is comparable to their neighborhood parish? Do you think the people that live there get knocks on the door every Sunday morning, and they just got tired of it? Do you think this happy church-going family that was turned away was so disapointed, they had to be told to get over it? I do think the building was once a church building, but I didn't really need to be told that it no longer was one. That was fairly easy to deduce on my own.
Yay to everyone graduating, especially my brilliant sister Christy. Yaaaay!!