i am an unrequited astronomer, pretend patient, gentle adventurer, pedal enthusiast, recovering calligrapher, occasional thespian and unfinished poet living in portland, oregon. contacting me via email is usually a good idea.
4:39 PM: edgy
i stayed at the edgefield a couple of weeks ago for an unbirthday retreat (thanks, michaelmas & sven!). the first night, a thursday, was woooooooonderful: the todo list i carry around in my head lightened considerably as i read a book, ate good food, wandered the hotel, took a bath, looked out my window. the next day i had a fabulous lunch and wandered the golf course grounds. i settled into my room to finish my book & take a nap: that's when the weekenders began to arrive, and i wouldn't know peace for the rest of the night.
there was a shrieking party three doors down; people knocked on my door and ran away, laughing; i got chased out of a comfy chair in a public area by people who were mad i was in the same room they were; i got chased out of a conference room by a security guard; the restaurant stopped serving just before i got there. lesson learned: only go to the edgefield during the week, not on the weekend.