So, I was driving around today and there was nothing... NOTHING... on the radio here. There are just a half a handful of actually decent radio stations in this area and finding a time when one of them is actually playing music is rare. Which usually means that I am burning my own cds off iTunes ($$ ka-ching) and listening to them over and over and over. So I did something I rarely do... I turned on NPR. Now, my sweet hubby ONLY listens to NPR and that's fine for him. All the better man he is because of it. But anyhow, they made an announcement for "upcoming free concert in the park series". Now, this radio station probably broadcasts out of Troy which is like 45 minutes to an hour away, depending on traffic and lights. So anyways...for a moment, it sparked an "awww" in my brain and made me realize how much I miss culture. You know... CULTURE. Arts and entertainment, etc. I was a Theatre Major and a Humanities Minor for a reason, people. I thrive on that stuff... and I miss it DESPERATELY! It made me, for one *very* brief moment miss Houston. Now, I hated Houston traffic, the overcrowding, and would have shied away from sending my kids to school at any of the public schools around where we lived. HOWEVER... Houston rocked in terms of shopping, the arts, and culture! I am in need of an art museum in a BAD way. I may have to leave the kids with Nathan for a day and drive somewhere...ANYWHERE (!) ... though I don't know where there are any...so that I could get a dose of what I need! I have already spent way too much money on art.com lately, and I have pictures sitting in their hard envelopes just waiting for a frame and a spot on the wall. So in a way I do miss Houston. I mean, missing the people there are a given. Some of the best friends I have ever had live in Houston (or have lived there and since moved). People who were there for me at some really tough times... BUT I digress...
I am just tired of having to drive 30 minutes to get to a freaking Target! I love living on post and they do provide some nice things for the families but, well, I have come to realize that I really truly am a city girl. ::shrugs:: Oh well...
Now, this has been building for a bit... when I was in St. Louis and going through some old boxes I came across a bunch of my old books. A handful of my favorites from when I was a teenager; The Scarlet Pimpernel, The Brothers Karamazov, Tess of the D'Urbervilles, Phantom of the Opera, Les Miserables, Some Charlotte Bronte, Jane Austen, and a handful of Shakespeares. Now, I have books on my disposal here and I usually find a new one to read at least once a month (though I often find myself reverting back to Harry Potter out of habit... Nathan says it doesn't matter how many times I read it, the story isn't going to change! LOL) but there was something moving about bringing those books here and just holding them. I got out my old copy of Hamlet and cracked it open to the "Alas, poor Yorrick" scene and I had this rush of, I don't know, nostalgia maybe. I thought, "Dang, how long has it been since I
read any Shakespeare? 6, 7 years? That's insane!! And so I sat down and started reading my beloved Hamlet (yes yes I played Ophelia... I must pimp myself a bit). I decided that I must make myself read one Shakespeare at least once a month for the rest of the year. Of course, all that will do is get the theater bug back in my butt and then I'll be in *real* trouble!
Anyways... thanks for letting me ramble. Someday I'll be back in a city and wishing I was in the boonies. Not the loonies, just the boonies.
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