November 16, 2011


I have mentioned before that my commute to and from work passes through a rather large Amish community. I’m actually thinking that there may be a couple of different Amish communities grouped together, because there are a couple of one-room schoolhouses that are separated by only a mile or two. I can’t imagine that this is an elementary and high school arrangement. I don’t know for sure, though.

On my commute I often run across quite a few horse-drawn buggies. Some of the buggies have a roof and sides and whatnot to keep everyone but the horse out of the elements, but the majority of them are open wagons. The driver usually sits on the right side of the wagon. The horse still stands in the middle, but out in front.

A few weeks ago I noticed that one of the open buggies was carrying three men to and from the small city that’s about 12 miles from the Amish communities. These three men are married (as noted by the presence of a beard). They wear their usual wide-brimmed hat and sensible work clothes with a blue shirt and dark pants. The are unprotected from the elements and they have plastic cooler/lunch boxes roped to the back of the buggy.

One other thing that I have noticed is that they never seem to be interacting with each other. They don’t even seem to be facing the same direction; they position themselves so that they’re not facing each other. The driver is thankfully looking forward. I see this as some sort of buggypool where they don’t have to contribute to the gas fund unless they all contribute to the care and feeding of the horse (I hope the horse isn’t gassy). But where most modern carpools have people that converse one another (I assume, since I’m big on that whole alone thing), these gentlemen don’t appear to be talking to each other at all.

I find this fascinating.

The other night it was well into the evening darkness at 17:30 and it was raining like crazy when I passed them. The sky was opening up and dumping buckets on the land and I passed the three gentlemen in their buggy, all positioned as to not be really looking at each other but soaked to the skin. From what I could tell they had a blanket to cover their laps but other than that they were getting wet. I briefly thought about helping them but then thought they would probably reject the offer and besides, I didn’t have room for the horse nor the buggy in the Jeep.

I enjoy their tenacity. I like the fact that they feel strongly in their beliefs that they didn’t apparently think twice about riding out in the elements like this.

I wonder if the horse enjoyed the experience.

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Today is one of those days where I want to ‘escape’. My mind is focused on far off locations and stuck on two particular songs: “Meet Me In Montana” by Marie Osmond & Dan Seals and “Escape (The Piña Colada Song)” by Rupert Holmes.

Neither songs really fit my mindset; I’m not a female country star wannabe turned down by the folks in Nashville and I don’t have an ad running in a personal column inviting someone not into yoga to join me on the dunes to escape. However, they both talk about getting away somewhere and I find comfort in these thoughts.

The need to escape is not compounded by a bad mood today. To the contrary, my mood is actually quite good and I’m smiling for the most part, it’s just that there’s a ton of little things that are bugging me and quite frankly I’m feeling smothered. Yesterday I had a lunch meeting with some important people at work. I appreciated the gesture very much, but I need to recharge my batteries at lunch time by hiding out in the Jeep in a parking lot and just focusing on something, anything, other than what I have been focusing on all morning. I’m a loner at heart, and there’s only one person that can occupy that space with me when I want to be alone and I’m married to him and he’s in Buffalo for work right now. So instead I sit in the Jeep alone and write little ditties such as this blog entry. I’ve mentioned before that sometimes this blog is used as a form of therapy in conjunction with being a creative outlet. Today I guess I’m leaning heavier on the former.

One of the things that I have been thinking about this morning, amongst all the meetings that I’ve been in and/or led, is the fact that I am rather a shy person when you meet me in person. I seem quite loud and boisterous here on the blog. Surprisingly, some find me rather outgoing, and I am once I latch onto you in some way, but for the most part I’m rather shy about uncertain situations or meeting people that I don’t know. I’m conscious of my rambly/stammery speech pattern that seems to be getting worse as I get older. I often picture the facts of a conversation going into my head and then falling through the holes of this swiss cheese brain of mine. I’m very confident in my lack of confidence in these two areas, if that makes any sense and being aware of this all makes me reserved or shy.

I guess I’m complicated.

I’m trying to get over being complicated and just dealing with whatever personality quirks and eccentricities I have. Now that I think about it, I think I’d like to try with some alone time with my best beau, either sipping a Piña Colada or in the mountains of Montana.

Or both.

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