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August 31, 2005
big sky, rhode island
The eagle has landed here on the EC. Here's a shot of the beach that is a few blocks from our house. Sadly, the used condoms, empty tackle boxes, and other unidentifiable flimflam littering the shoreline did not make it into the shot.
We love this beach and with the self-righteousness of the newly arrived, we vow to start committees and take actions to clean it up post haste, though I fear we will draw the scorn of the locals. The one person we've met, our babysitter-to-be, informed us that this beach is no longer cool and nobody goes there. Too bad, more flimflam for us!
I'm suffering from Stickus Outimus Sorethumbolism in that everyone here seems from another universe; one in which they scream at workers in places of business, smack their kids in the head for being lippy, and don't give a shit if you have a nice day or not. While opening a bank account at my local bank, I saw an enraged 300 pound man in mirrored shades practically dismember the branch manager because he misunderstood the bank's check-clearing policy. To her enormous credit, the beautiful Latina branch manager gave it right back at him and somehow, no shots were fired. The man left complacent, I was relieved, and the branch manager beautiful.
Our house is the shantyshack in a very well-to-do town. We moved here to be closer to my family, because of the ocean, for the school systems and the smaller-town lifestyle, all very good reasons. I adore our little house in spite of all its LEAKING from the tail-end of Katrina. I just hope that eventually we'll start feeling less like a sociological experiment or an unwatched reality show: can the madcap, misfit family make it in Moneyville or will the pony-moms take them down?
My husband just came downstairs to inform me that working in his underwear is awesome. We're going to be the best officemates ever.
Posted by Max at August 31, 2005 06:50 PM