Technically, it’s day two…but I didn’t really do much yesterday. The trip was a bit tiring, and I spent a lot of time just looking at the mountains when I got here. Just as well, because it’s pretty overcast this morning. So far. I think the sky will clear somewhat this afternoon.
I’ve got my writing nook set up – there’s a big fancy desk to work at, but also a small round table (for eating?) in front of the window and closest to the radiator. It’s where I’d rather be. Why write, facing the wall, when you can sit in front of a giant window with a view of the mountains? And the crane?
That’s the Kinnear Centre being built. I’m told it’s not going to get any taller than it already is, which is nice…it won’t obstruct any views. There’s a lot of activity, and I’ve got a pretty good view of the crane. And, I realized, the crane guy has a pretty good view of me.
What must he think, all the way up there? Does he enjoy the view?
He appears to be married. Does he have a picture of his family in his glass cube?
Did somebody knit that sweater for him?
What does he do if he has to go to the bathroom?
Does he enjoy the climb?
Frankly, I think I’d be too chicken to work all the way up there. I might groan about my cubicle life, but at least it doesn’t have a Plexiglas floor. I’d rather my cube stay firmly on the ground.
Well, enough of that. I’m full of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. I suppose I ought to start writing now. There doesn’t seem to be a lot of people here right now – the arts tables, at dinner, are fairly empty. I sat on my own this morning…to sleepy to make conversation. I’m wishing I’d packed a warmer sweater, too…should have brought one of my knitted ones. What was I thinking?
I did buy myself a hoodie last night. It smells pretty strongly of dye, though – not a good idea to wear it without washing. But there are laundry facilities here…hmm.