Closer

Things seem to be falling into place for my little work-from-home dream. Pinch me.

Here's what's happening: I've been working two nights a week at the bar/restaurant in town, The Empire House, since May. I've been meeting the town, earning a little bit of money, and getting to sample nearly every magnificent dish that leaves the steamy, wondrous realm of the Empire's kitchen.

Gilbertsville is a special place. Lots of creative people live here. Over the months I've met teachers and farmers, artists and writers and sculptors and poets. Last weekend, I met the husband and wife publishing duo who lives on our street. Then I met a farmer who needs help writing his website.

For some reason, I'm thinking about Connect Four (here I go, betraying my early 90s childhood), when you'd move one of the bottom pieces aside and this big stack of chips would fall neatly-- chunk!-- into the hole. In late October, it seems, I will begin commuting from bedroom to "office" down the hall every morning.

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