Thursday, March 1, 2012

Waiting for the Daffodils and Losing My Mind

It will be three years ago this month that I moved to Maine, and it seems the longer I live here, the greater the challenge. While the body is amused--what with the kayaking and the snowshoeing and the skiing and the horseback riding and the fishing and the sailing and the rock climbing and the hiking and the biking--the brain is another story. Simply put, there is little to do here to engage the mind. This is no small concern; having lost my mother to Alzheimer's, I worry about my brain cells literally dying of boredom. So, each morning I check, an online job board for writers and editors and media professionals of all sorts. In the three years I have lived here, there has never been one writing job advertised in the state of Maine. I also visit Craigslist daily under the writing/editing category, and again, there is nothing. So, what's a writer to do? I read, take photographs, do crossword puzzles, play word games online with distant friends-- and write this blog.

Although staying sharp mentally in Maine is taxing, it's hard to imagine going back to the real world. There is no traffic here. You can always find a parking space. There is no crime. There are no gangs, no rapes or murders or home invasions or carjackings. You can retire at night without a baseball bat under your bed and sleep soundly until morning. There are no home alarm systems; in fact, many of our neighbors lack keys to their front doors. But as I write this on the first day of March it is snowing, with 10 inches expected by nightfall, whereas my friends in Maryland have daffodils and are already weeding their gardens. Just saying.

1 comment:

  1. That snow came down but didn't stick around long enough to try my new snow shoes!