I am back in my salubrious Home Base, for three days, give or take. No one knew I was back, until I announced my presence- such is the anonymous state of being that proceeds from apartment living, in a community that relishes independence.
I went down to one of the local coffee houses, on Friday morning. For most of the time, I was the only patron sitting inside. The barrista, a recent graduate of our community’s high school, was bored out of her skull. Too shy to talk to this old guy, she busied herself with grinding coffee beans, swiping her phone and otherwise staring into space. I’ve learned to respect personal space, and so focused on my simple oatmeal breakfast.
Towards lunch, a visit to Ms. Natural’s, one of my favourite hangouts, revealed a different atmosphere. The proprietor, C, was delighted that I was back, even if only for a few days. One of the waitresses, C2, engaged me in a lengthy comparison of summer adventures: Mine, on the road and hers. locally-based, but no less interesting. After C2’s boyfriend showed up, they left and I talked with C and another waitress for a few more minutes, feeling that I belonged here.
Much of the modern West thrives on anonymity. People don’t monitor a person’s actions, all that much. Some of my contemporaries make it look as if they are watching what’s going on, but an old white guy staring at others, and not saying much, isn’t doing anything to deter either loneliness or miscreance. I have chosen involvement in community activities, as an antidote to both. It’s a fine line that needs to be trod-one can not force oneself on others, nor can one just turn a blind eye to incidents, large and small, that impact a community.
So, I went to a couple of meetings, Friday evening and Saturday afternoon, and joined several comrades for breakfast at the Legion Post, Sunday morning. I was apprised of all that had gone on, drama and the rest, over the last six weeks. There was a fair amount of planning and the scene for Autumn looks to be fulfilling. The cost of anonymity can only be paid by breaking out of the chrysalis.
Now, I look forward to a week with my Carson City family.