"If the world worked on a barter system, how would you fare? Would you have services to barter? Would you be successful, or would you struggle?"
I believe I would fare well under a barter system. I have experience teaching and working with children. I also enjoy cooking, especially making sweets. I would also enjoy the interaction that a barter system fosters. You mow my lawn, cut back the brush then I give your children piano lessons. You cut and color my hair, I bring you bread and cookies. We form a community with each other more than if we just exchange cash, checks, or plastic.
"You are going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, bus, or car? (Or something else entirely – bike? Hot air ballon?)
Biking is out. Going up in a hot air balloon is on my wish list but I am not interested in crossing the entire US that way. An airplane is fine for just going from one coast to the other, or visiting 5 – 10 cities. That is not what I would call true cross-country trip. Bus travel would probably be economical but more than a couple days on a bus would not be my idea of fun. If I were crossing Canada I would opt for Via Rail most of the way. I do not think Amtrak matches the Via Rail service. I still would consider Amtrak combined with some car rentals along the way to see some places beyond the rail line. The best over all however would the classic cross-country car trip that many parents took their children on back in the day. I would want a good compatible person to do the driving. I would not want to camp but staying at mid price hotels would be acceptable. Maybe throw in that hot air balloon ride over the Grand Canyon, or in Napa. Now clear my calendar and give me an ample budget for a 3 to 4 month exploration of the USA.
Early bird, or night owl? Once upon a time, from my earliest memories until about age 19 I would without a doubt say I was an early bird. However sometime during my sophomore year of college I started staying up later to get work done which made it harder to rise with the sun. All the same I can not say I ever became a night owl. I married someone who could pull off being both, getting up early while also staying up very late. Living with a person like that, along with being a piano teacher with a home studio for 19 years turned me into a solid afternoon person. That wasn't an option was it? But it is what I really am, or perhaps I am a mid day person. I would say my prime hours are about 11 am to 7pm.
If you could move to any location on the planet, where would you go and why?
I spent a good number of years dreaming of retiring to the Cotswolds town of Morton-in-Marsh. If I could move anywhere that would still be high on my list of choices. However if money is no object I might consider a location in central London within view of one of the beautiful parks. If I did so I would enjoy the lovely flower gardens without having to labor, I would visit museums, attend concerts and theatre. And when I needed an escape from the urban hustle and bustle I would take a train out to the countryside.
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Yesterday my husband and I drove to the Anderson-Woburn MA commuter rail station, parked, and took the train into Boston to attend a rescheduled BSO concert. I was struck by the quiet demeanor of everyone. I am rural person through and through so I normally find entering the land of mass transit to be noisy, dirty, and I go into a mild state of alertness even though I love many assets that can only found in an urban environment. None of those feelings yesterday. OK there may have been one or two discarded newspapers on the floor of an Orange Line car but really the young people (tweens, teens, college students, 20 somethings) were all displaying a respectful reserve along with their elders. The security checks of bags when entering Symphony Hall was professional, but did not feel intrusive. After the concert we ended up walking quickly past the area where the Patriot’s Day bombing took place. We were trying to make it to North Station in time for a train (which we missed by 2 minutes) so we were not really gawking. Everything looked quite normal, the way it would at the end of April any year except as I have already noted quieter and cleaner. My husband commented when we got home how the streets showed no evidence of the recent dramatic tragedy. We did not walk directly passed the stretch of fence where memorial displays had been relocated but could see a moderate crowd of people viewing those items as we turned the corner to head in the opposite direction. Again my ears were struck by the relative quiet. There was plenty of traffic but I only heard one or two car horns. People might be carrying on conversations but there was no yelling or screaming to friends in the distance.
We will be back in Boston this coming weekend and spending a couple of nights in one of the chain hotels in that central area. I am going to be interested in observing if things are still somber, and comfortable for the simple country kid I will never out age, or whether the noise, grit, grim, and activity of the Boston I remember from years past is starting to return.
For those people and families who will never regain their pre Patriot’s Day 2013 normal please consider donating to The One Fund – Boston.
Spent today at home watching CNN.
A concert in Boston was cancelled.
Looking forward to the reschedule performance.
So over these gray sky days.
(Oops the word OVER is not this week’s word. It is FOOL. “Call me the fool this time.”)