Truth is, though, if my Internet access were flawless I probably still wouldn't be posting much. I just have too much to do.
By that, I don't mean the old "I'm running behind at work because I just moved and I have these freelance jobs to keep up with and admissions consulting season is starting up and I'm not even finished unpacking," though all that is true.
I mean that the gym is close by and not a hassle to get in the evening, and that we go swimming at least a couple of times a week. I mean that it's so pleasant to walk here that I sometimes walk with Tori, alone and with the dog all in the same day. I mean that Tori started taking one class at the high school last week and comes home every day with some new plan or invitation--a choir picnic, a field trip to see My Fair Lady, an audition, performing at a football game...
The library is familiar and inviting; the Lincoln Highway Heritage Festival is going on downtown this weekend.
It kind of makes me laugh; I said to Tori the other day, "How is it that there's so much more to do in this rinky-dink little town than there was in the suburbs?"
I think I know the answer, though. I think that really probably all of the same sorts of things are going on in the suburbs and more, but it's so much more complicated to participate in any of them--longer drives, traffic, parking issues, crowds, etc.--and then they're populated by strangers when you get there. At least, that's my guess at why it suddenly seems reasonable to pop out to the gym or the pool more often than not on a weeknight, and why I see a parade as an opportunity rather than an obstacle to getting around town on a particular day.
And, of course, the normal stuff is still in play as well. I've been working on a new website for Kwagala Project, and Tori is getting set up to sell the jewelry the girls have made online. And last weekend, she was part of the Imagos Films team for the Windie City Shootout, which meant arriving in Chicago well before sunrise both days (on Sunday, we left home at 1:30 a.m. to start shooting at 3:30), so we're a little tired and not as far along in the decorating process as we'd like to be.
But not so tired nor so busy that we can't take a couple of hours out for a swim. Somehow, in this place, I never feel like there's something else I really should be doing--even when there is.