Last night on our muggy, but much needed walk (thanks to Moe's burritos) Meg and I discussed how nice it is to have a seasonal change in our work schedule. Having a new routine has opened our eyes to new experiences and ideas that we would normally breeze by during the hectic school year. For example, I've been able to do a book exchange with a couple of friends, I've started checking out CDs from the library to add some new jams to my repertoire, and I've gotten a couple of interesting jobs.
I know changing jobs every summer isn't possible for people with real jobs, but I think we all ought to try to incorporate seasonal changes into our lives (besides what kind of yard work we do). For a very long time we humans have been dependent on the seasons to order their lives and activities. But now, we work in offices and live in air conditioned homes (neither of which are bad things), but these amenities make it easy to become detached and uninterested in the changes going on around us. For example, the constellations that glimmer in the night sky vary according to the time of the year, but we city dwellers can see very few stars to notice this change. I'm glad we're moving out of suburban Vestavia, so maybe I can get a telescope and start exploring the cosmos at night in Lake View. Well, once I start working full time for 40-80 hours a week in a hospital or clinic I'll read this and reminisce of better and more interesting days, but I bet that ache for newness and change will persist.
