Plans.
A. Must move stuff out of apartment by Saturday at noon.
B. Settle immediate social business in New York.
C. Figure out how long I can realistically be away for.
D. Return to MA at some point in the next week to force myself into creative isolated thinking bubble that can only be interrupted by a potential…
E. Trip to family’s lake house in NH with boyfriend and boyfriend’s dog, where…
- I will work on my script in the study whilst gazing out the window to
- observe boyfriend’s brawny arms swinging an axe and chopping wood out in the yard (must also come up with reason for this to happen).
- coerce boyfriend into plaid flannel button-down-based wardrobe (regardless of weather) for the duration of the trip
- throw sticks into the lake for the dog to retrieve and take dog for lengthy woods walks
- impress chef boyfriend with (carefully plotted) cooking skills
- sit on the deck at sunset and eat crab legs… wait, hes vegan (do they make soy faux crab legs?)….
- rethink menu?
- let him cook, as per usual. but we’ll still eat outside, overlooking the lake.
I think these are the kind of daydreams only suburban-raised urban-enslaved people are capable of.
But Im ok with it.
