Looking on my life now

I seldom use my cell phone except to text or take photos.

Rarely watch television but do stream in binges.

Prefer small dinner parties to big gatherings.

Have fallen into a habit of indulging in the New York Times online in the morning.

Find it hard to believe that I’ve wound up living in an expertly renovated Cape along the Atlantic coast.

Appreciate the many days when I don’t have to get in a car to go anywhere.

Do I really need a suitcase?

I no longer desire to travel many places I haven’t yet been but would rather revisit places where I’ve been, either in person or, in the case of Tibet or Japanese temples, in my thinking and study. I also recognize that could change, given different economic circumstances and an influx of free time.

~*~

In the years since I noted that, the list has shrunk even more. As has the number of favored people who remain.

I am thinking I’d like to travel more intently closer to home. So much is overlooked.

Another round of Proust as a prompt

I recently deleted a file full of personal questions.

Personally, most of them didn’t fit, and besides, now that I’m no longer submitting writing to quarterlies and reviews for publication, I have no need for my own contributor’s notes.

Still, I found these responses from working other sets of questions. I am curious how you’d answer.

  • CREATIVE WORK ENVIRONMENT: Solitary.
  • WHAT COLOR IS YOUR BEDROOM? Pure white with Japanese blue accents
  • OH HAPPY DAY: Sitting in the warm silence after Quaker meeting for worship has settled. Especially when the aches and pains stay away at this age.
  • Or a summer afternoon along our pocket beach of the North Atlantic.
  • Or dining together on our deck in warm weather or sitting beside a wood fire in winter.
  • SPACE JAM: Coming upon the wild rhododendrons in full bloom atop Roan High Knob in North Carolina after a wild of arduous backpacking on the Appalachian Trail as an awakening adolescent.
  • RECENT INSPIRATION: Choral singing.
  • DREAM SUBJECTS: Eagles, osprey, whales, time under sail on the water.
  • DREAM ASSIGNMENTS: The fine arts, spiritual community.
  • WHOLE NEW WORLDS: The many dimensions of life my college girlfriend introduced to me, the life-changing experiences of the ashram, living in the desert orchard in Washington state, New England with the amazing woman in my life.
  • FIRST BRUSH WITH FAME: Sessions with any of the cartoonists and columnists I served as a newspaper syndicate field representative, or was it …
  • WHAT WOULD YOU BE IF YOU WEREN’T A WRITER? Really retired. At this point, the question is better recast, “What would you have been?” – something I never could quite figure out.
  • WHAT COLOR AUTOMATICALLY LIFTS YOUR SPIRITS? Cobalt, indigo, or electric blue.
  • THANKFUL FOR: The three incredible divas in my life, even though they don’t sing, as well as Cobscook Friends Meeting.
  • FLOWERS: Daffodils, rhododendron, lilacs, sunflowers.
  • DESSERT: Crème brule or rich vanilla ice cream.
  • SNACK: Cashews, grilled cheese sandwiches, popcorn.
  • GADGET: A corkscrew, branch loppers, charcoal grill ignition tower.
  • CURRENT HOBBYHORSE: American Illuminist composers, as I term the Romantic-era masters.
  • Also, Quaker Light/Seed/Truth.
  • CLOTHING & DECOR STYLE: Yard sales, touch of Amish. Unpretentious and comfortable.
  • DOMINANT COLOR IN MY WARDROBE: Shades of gray.
  • PROFESSIONAL PEAK (SO FAR): Publication of  the novels.
  • MUSICAL THERAPY: A cappella part-singing
  • RECENT TRIPS: Cruising in the historic schooner Lewis R. French on Penobscot Bay.
  • FAVORITE MOMENT: Sliding into bed next to my wife.
  • MY CARD: The usual MC or Visa.
  • WORST GUILT TRIP: Ahem. (Things I’ve said, over the years.)
  • WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CRUSH? Both Lutherans, one a year older than me and now deceased.
  • WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST LOVE? Kay, after high school
  • WHAT’S YOUR MOST FEMININE QUALITY? Tears, on the rare occasions when they come.
  • WHAT WOMAN IS YOUR GUILTY FANTASY? Freckles.
  • IS THERE ANYTHING YOU MISS ABOUT BEING UNATTACHED? Well, there was discretionary income.
  • WITH SO MUCH COMPETITION, HOW DO YOU SIZE UP? I’ve largely moved solo, to my own beat, in out-of-the-mainstream circles.
  • YOU ALWAYS NEED MORE: Time. Or is that compassion?
  • EVERYONE COULD ALWAYS DO WITH LESS: Self-absorption.
  • WHY I DO WHAT I DO: To remember, to discover where I’ve been, to look closer at my experience of life, to map the trail of my life, especially when it reflects others.
  • BONA FIDES: BA in political science, Indiana University, working with Vincent Ostrom; extended residency in the Poconos Ashram, Swami Lakshmy-Devi’s hermitage; two published novels
  • GOLD-STAR EXCELLENCE: Eagle Scout in sixth-grade, yes siree
  • AMBITIONS: To develop a widespread readership; to rebuild the Society of Friends.
  • FAVORITE SPOTS: The Bold Coast of Downeast Maine, the sub-Alpine range of Mount Rainier, Music Hall in Cincinnati.
  • WOULD LOVE TO HAVE DINNER WITH: My great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, George Hodgson, to confirm the pirate attack in crossing to America and learn the details, including the names of his parents and siblings and his relationship with Moses Harland, whom I presume to be his uncle.
  • YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MANY: True friends.
  • ONE DAY I HAD HOPED TO: Be influential and famous.
  • FAVORITE DISCOVERY: The early Quaker understanding and practice of Light/Seed/Truth.
  • NECESSARY EXTRAVAGANCE: Owning an old house.
  • FAVORITE CHARITY: Dover Friends Meeting. Also, local arts organizations, public radio, American Friends Service Committee, Friends Committee on National Legislation.
  • CAR: An old Chevy Sonic, but my favorite was a very used canary-color BMW 1600 coupe.
  • COCKTAIL: very dry martini (Bombay sapphire, with olives).
  • CREATIVE WORK ENVIRONMENT: solitary at the keyboard beside the north window, with or without classical music.
  • PROFESSIONAL PEAK (AS A JOURNALIST): East Coast field representative for Tribune Media Services newspaper syndicate
  • MOST UNUSUAL GIFT: A slice of rubber Swiss cheese in the mail; blown-glass Galileo weather globes; a bottle of dishwashing detergent and two towels as a wedding present.
  • MOST INTERESTING SOUVENIR: Cow skull and elk vertebrae from the Yakima Valley.
  • WHAT IS YOUR MOST MASCULINE QUALITY? Snoring. Aversion to shopping. Fire-building skills. Sense of direction. Love of the wild outdoors. Immersion in single projects from start to finish. Closing doors, turning off lights. Trapping and transporting squirrels. A readiness to catch bugs and crush them with my fingers.
  • WHAT’S THE ONE THING IN YOUR MEDICINE CABINET YOU WOULDN’T WANT OTHERS TO KNOW ABOUT? All the bottles that have long passed their expiration date.
  • WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT PROJECT? All of this blogging. And cleaning up some earlier collections.
  • BREAKTHROUGH MOMENT: When diagramming sentences began to make sense. Enrolling in my first course with Vincent Ostrom. Taking up yoga. Moving to Yakima. Moving to Baltimore. Undergoing psychotherapy. Moving to New England.
  • THE ROAD NOT TAKEN: Returning to the ashram, when Swami demanded. Dropping my partner before the wedding or in Yakima. Going to work at the Detroit Free Press. Admitting there was no future with the cellist and thus moving directly to New England, rather than Baltimore. Plainness, along the lines of dairy farming in the valley.

Revisiting these exercises, I’m struck by how many other desires not included here have been fulfilled or are no longer applicable. Consider CAN’T WRITE WITHOUT: caffeine. Today my mug’s filled with decaf, per doctor’s orders. Caffeine counteracts one of my meds.

He said, she said

He would have said alert but she’d counter twitchy
He would have said observant but she’d counter oblivious

He would have said free-thinking but she’d counter too serious
He would have said independent but she’d counter aloof

He would have said sensitive but she’d counter nervous
He would have said inquisitive but she’d say he rarely asks questions

He would have said accepting but she’d counter indecisive
He would have said nurturing but she’d counter cold

He would have said serious but she’d counter silent
He would have said playful but she’d counter negative

He would have said witty but she’d counter legalistic

He would have said intelligent but she’d counter uptight

He would have said slightly bent but she’d counter insecure
He would have said self-sufficient but she’d counter evasive

He would have said caring but she’d counter mean
He would have said spiritual but she’d ask how that makes him a better person

He would have said spirited but she’d counter lazy
He would have said somewhat reserved but she’d counter socially deficient

He would have said somewhat shy but she’d counter loner
He would have said elitist in quest of excellence and quality but she’d counter self-centered

He would have said egalitarian in opportunity and expectation but she’d counter workaholic
He would have said outdoorsy but she’d counter escapist

He would have said rainbow chaser but she’d counter impractical
He would have said aging but she’d agree

He would have said youthful but she’d counter bald
He would have said honest, direct but she’d counter defensive

He would have said exploring but she’d counter unemotional
He would have said hedonist but she’d counter lazy

He would have said ascetic but she’d counter dull
He would have said a bit gallant but she’d counter straight-laced

He would have said organized but she’d notice he rarely dusts furniture
He would have said self-starter but she’d counter with a list of projects

He would have said visionary but she’d counter icy
He would have said original but she’d counter quirky

He would have said inventive but she’d counter weird
He would have said creative but she’d counter unrealistic

He would have said hopeful but she’d counter inexpressive
He would have said responsive but she’d counter boring

He would have said kind, gentle but she’d counter too serious
He would have said frugal but she’d counter tight-fisted or fiscally irresponsible

He would have said financially marginal
but she would have countered too willing to pay full price

Now, for her side of the dialogue?

Culture – yes, the word

When I was growing up, it meant something of a Mount Olympus quality.

Not some kind of norm but an aspiration – a better person and society in the end.

Back before the very culture clash between the two concepts.

Now we add to that the concept of supremacy, not just white but European. Or perhaps, grudgingly, Chinese.

The question remains: How do we encourage excellence?

And what do we name it?