The river here is encased in concrete. At first I thought it was just the river near the mills but it's not. It's the whole thing all the way through town and into the next town. The result is, Adams and North Adams don't suffer from flooding. There's just no way the river can get out of the chute.
But it feels odd. It makes me feel like I want to take a sledgehammer and hammer it free.
Pity for deadly things - a common enough flaw and right now, certainly one I am at risk of adopting.
Stories to tell that can't be told. Always the hardest thing.
random thoughts on the passage through an ordinary life.
About Me
- Stephanie Farrington
- I figure if there's an average person, it's probably me. That is to say, I have lived in a few places, probably about average, I have a post-secondary education and an unfinished MFA - which is probably average for people who pursue and education, I'm hitting middle age, my job has been downsized and resized so many times it's safe to say I've never had any job security. I live an average life on the precarious edge of the middle class. I'm happily married to an American, I hold Canadian citizenship, for now. But I'm so disgusted with just about everything going on in Canada that I may pursue changing my citizenship to match my husband's. I am fiercely loyal to American ideals, in part because they make sense and in part because I am descended from a signer of the Declaration of Independence. The idea of an equitable democracy, a meritocracy - that appeals to me. I write, I read, talk, take pictures and worry - just like everybody else. The hopes I hold most dear are for the health and well being of my immediate family, myself included, and the continuance of my happy life with my wonderful husband. Everything else seems manageable.
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