This much-neglected blog is evidence of my too-busy life. Even if I do still get an excursion out into the woods or the world every week or so, I no longer take the time to document it. And yet, on my way home from my therapist's--what? Therapists don't really have "offices," do they? Is it a den? A parlor? It has the feel of a room in a quiet European movie: urban, with lots of big windows, books, and plants, and the refined paraphernalia of an educated and privileged life...a framed Chaucer quote, strange little statues of dancing women, far corners filled with shelves and doors as inaccessible as Jerry Seinfeld's bedroom. (Remember, all you ever saw was the hallway to it.) In any case, on my way back from my therapist's cinematic chambers in Shadyside, I got the urge to stop by a place that I haven't seen since I was in college. The West End Overlook!
Another factor contributing to my neglect of this blog is that I now see my therapist on my days off, which gives me less time to get all my work done around the house. By the end of the day, if I was lucky enough to get a hike in, it was almost always someplace nearby, a place that bores me too much to talk about. I hope to start doing weekly exploration once again, but I'm not sure when. The West End Overlook is nice. It definitely has better views than Mt. Washington.
