Though I’m rarely at a loss for words, every great once in a while I allow others to get their two cents in, and often find out that they know far more than I on any given subject. Now that December is upon us, there are scads of holiday-themed events happening throughout the Upper Delaware River region.
In My Humble Opinion
Bethel, NY — Well, that was fast. I’m still eating Thanksgiving leftovers and putting away the last of the pots and pans required to make my world-famous “mock apple pie” (snackworks.com). The pie started out as a joke (It’s made entirely from Ritz crackers), but has become a holiday tradition among my friends.
In the interest of full disclosure, I’ll admit that the last few daze have been a bit challenging for me. I was a little under the weather (and I’m not just talking about the foot of snow we all shared) and had to make some last-minute adjustments to my calendar.
NARROWSBURG, NY — Though it seems as if I’ve spent a lifetime asking questions, unlike many of you, I’m not sure that I have become wiser with age.
Clearly, the simple answer is “no.” I’m not naïve and have a rudimentary understanding of how the world works, so when I ask the question, it’s not because I’m a simpleton. Nor am I “Little Mary Sunshine,” (Google it) warbling in a field of daisies about how swell it is to be alive, ignorant of what lurks behind every flowering shrub.
Quite naturally, that idiom popped into my head as I made my way to the Hurleyville Arts Centre last week to catch a presentation titled “Out of Mind.” Truth be told, I was hesitant. I had read that the evening was “a hybrid science lecture-performance that explores the neurophysiology of depression,” which gave me pause.
While many think of dried flower petals and spices placed in a bowl, others mistake it for a midnight snack, usually discovering their mistake too late. When I use the lyrical word “potpourri,” I mean what the dictionary describes as a “mixture, assortment, selection, assemblage and variety,” which sums up my week nicely.
It happens. In fact, there are days when I avoid talking at all—unless it’s to the dog, who doesn’t even pretend to listen half of the time. Believe it or not, I find what others have to say far more interesting than anything I might be yakking about, and I do spend a good deal of my time listening to others.
While I spend much of my time observing others create art, I have rarely claimed to know what I’m talking about when expressing my ever-so-humble opinion on the subject. Art in its many forms has fascinated, attracted and influenced me throughout a lifetime.
A true cynic might say that nobody cares about anyone other than themselves today, and as of late, national headlines seem to bolster that opinion. However, as most of us know, that sentiment is seldom reflected by our neighbors here in the Upper Delaware River region, regardless of political parties and lines drawn in the proverbial sand.