Chaos Theory

Most of us lead lives of chaotic improvisation from day to day, bawling for peace while plunging grimly into fresh disorders.

-Edward Abbey


Isn't that the understatement of the decade! At least in these parts, people tend to complain about everything. I am, admittedly, no different. Life seems to whir past at an increasingly alarming pace due to the utter chaos and tempo of the work week. Even weekends no longer offer solace from the rat race; they're used for getting all the errands and housework done that has been put off all week in lieu of those few precious moments of rest and relaxation after a hard day at the office.

I, personally, dream and often cry out loud for a life less intense. I lead a manic/depressive cycle of early-to-rise, work-hard-all-day frenzy, only to come home and collapse in exhaustion. 0 to 100 and back to 0 again. It seems healthier that work be less stressful, leaving some energy left to play with the dogs or go for a walk, but we'll have none of that! I cling to the notion that geography has something to do with it. I believe that the lack of sunshine and topography in northwest Ohio is, at least partially, to blame for the lethargy and crankiness. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe its me, but I'd like to believe that somewhere out there, work is not taken so seriously, but recreation is. My soul depends on a place where "working for the weekend" is a reality and "I have to work this weekend." has never been heard. I have a vague recollection of a place like this. Somewhere warm and dry southwest of here....

Abbey leaves for Flagstaff, Arizona tomorrow. For now I must be content to live vicariously through her small 6 day vacation to the red rocks, the mesquite, the canyons, and the cacti. We'll post the images she brings back. It should bolster my sanity for a while.