Logging Road, Joyce Quadrangle, March 2009
Coming back from Port Angeles yesterday I had a lucid moment driving past the Welcome to Joyce sign. For an instant things existed as they are instead of how I’ve come to think of them. Driving past dark trailers and houses I realized how little I really know about the town and the people who live here. I’ve been here roughly 6 years.
Granted, I’m self absorbed, and have no real plans to change. Brief, perfunctory thoughts of joining the volunteer fire dept, posting handyman service flyers with tearaway phone numbers at the general store… I really would do anything for a neighbor…but you need it when? The fact is I’m more than a little intolerant of anything that disrupts my routines.
But now that the workfront is quiet, I’m on a stricter ration of social involvement- most of it electronic. Cell phone calls, email, etc. This sadly suits my routine- I’ve never been more productive. I’m fairly gregarious by nature so this is all new and ponderable. The romantic in me tries to despise the technology when really just dislikes the isolation. I attempt bloated, masking macrothoughts of social engineering, evolutionary perversions through devices, consumerism and pure informational bombardment..Huxley’s new social trainee…but the truth is it’s never been easier to live in the middle of nowhere and do the sort of work that I want to do.