Sunday, October 15, 2006

Quotidian Pleasures

I'm double-posting this for all of you who read this site, but not my other one, and because I think it neatly fits into both categories.

One of the weirdest things about being whisked off to a magical place is how unmagical most of it ends up being. For instance, today I spent the whole day reading the archives of Something Positive, listening to my ipod, and watching the odd episode of 24. --- not particularly different than many Sundays back in Boxford. It's grey out, today, and a little cold, and I was up late last night doing nothing really special.

Don't get me wrong. I love being in a country where, not two hours away from the front door there are caves with monks in them. I like struggling to learn a language that looks like it was invented by the flying spaghetti monster, and I do enjoy wowing friends and family with (hopefully what will be) a multitude of strange adventures -- beginning with the five day horseback trek into the mountains of the Upper Caucasus which starts tomorrow. But 90% of my time is still centered on doing all the things I used to do -- looking for good restaurants, reading, writing, running out of and refilling the toilet paper dispenser.

And, frankly, that's a nice thing too.


Anonymous said...

Do you need us to send you a package of toilet paper?

Chris Michel said...

nah. Only seven more months. We can make it.