So we are back on the mountain, Mammoth Mountain. We launched our new devil may care life just over a year ago. In one year we've managed to live about five years of what we used to do. How did cutting free from the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles turn out to be so crazy?
But while we are in Mammoth, it really is quite quiet. Too quiet. I've got a fair bit of time on my hands and seem to lack motivation to do much with it. I've started designing some travel memorabilia books and I brought up the Kitchen Aid mixer. Now I can cook, cook, cook and make us all gain weight.
It's interesting how too much time available translates to lack of motivation. Why hurry? There's no deadlines. But for me that can also translate into being sort of aimless. And that is where I am right now, aimless. I looked into volunteer opportunities in Mammoth, and haven't found one yet. I've said before that just being me is a full time job and working takes away from that. Now I have the challenge of putting that to the test.
I am doing my best to live in the right here and now and not ponder what I am missing from LA, but I do miss my friends, I miss the restaurants less and less, I still miss shopping and I'm pretty certain Gucci misses me.
So many things we took for granted in Los Angeles. Like Trader Joe's and having a choice on where to shop. Today Lyle tried to make an optometrist in Mammoth and discovered that they had closed. Oh well, there's the big city of Bishop just 45 minutes away (that's where they've hidden all the cool stuff like K-Mart) so he called two places in Bishop to get his eyes checked. Next available appointment... in April. So he called our eye doctor in LA, and made appointments there. It was just easier.
Speaking of appointments, I've yet to find someone to cut my hair in Mammoth. I'm sure there are some qualified people but my method of selection is rigorous and complicated. I need to find some one who has a haircut I admire and ask where they go. Since I'm the gayest guy in the city, it's complicated to find a haircut I might admire. It's been 4 months since I got a haircut (mid October 2012). I am living the mountain life. I'm still me. It's long-ish hair that is full of styling product so that you think I planned to look like this. I haven't completely lost my senses!
I'd say big changes are still ahead for us, but then big changes are behind us. And in front of us. So the changes are just normal and no longer "big". Change. It's what we do. Except these pants. I've been wearing these pants for 5 days in a row. They're not dirty. I haven't' gone anywhere. I think they're good for a a few more. After all, nobody has seen me and I'm still overdressed for mountain living. Ah, the simple life.