23 May, 2010
Plus, as an added bonus, the majority of the book took place in my neck of the woods: Long Island. I had no idea when I read it since the film takes place on Cape Cod. I often will complain that Long Island is a horrid place to live, but when I read books that take place here, it softens my heart a bit. It's not that I hate the place or the people (all the time), but I guess living in suburbia makes me feel less like a child of Nature. Whenever I make the trip to our friend's log cabin in the Adirondacks or to our friends in Vermont, something in me just comes alive. It's always smothered when I come back to this little sandbar in the Atlantic. But, alas, I must continue to live here; my job is here and I would be a very big fool to give up my teaching job after just receiving tenure. I'll just continue to lay down my weekly dollar for the lottery, save, save, save for a home of our own, place my loose change into the log cabin fund, and dream of retiring on a lake in the woods.
Yesterday I spoke of dream pillows and not really making them specific for a type of dream. Maybe I'll have to conjure up something that will manifest my future home in the woods. I think that might help make me rest easier. At least I can escape to my little log cabin while I sleep.