When will I ever learn?

What song is that from? I can hear it, a chorus, in my head, but can't name that tune. Says something about the state of my brain these days. I am hiding in our guest room, writing my next piece for Rural Intelligence, blogging (duh) and fighting a headache of unknown origin. Miraculously, the kidlets are leaving me more or less alone, though they discovered my hiding place about 30 minutes ago. I was reminded today of one of the lessons I had already learned (duh) about life in a small town. Why do I always need to be smacked on the head? Please, someone, tell me why.

We are hosting a political shindig here this weekend, donations to Obama and Gillibrand, our Congresswoman, encouraged. It started as an Obama fundraiser and morphed, without my instigation though without my opposition, into a joint event. Then, as I am wont to do, I checked out a bit--though I was happy to have the event here, I didn't want to run point on its many details. When I saw the invitation, I definitely blew a gasket--it was all about Gillibrand, no mention of Obama. I am a supporter of Gillibrand, but it wasn't what I'd signed up for, and I was frustrated. I complained to a friend or two, vented to John, told the other organizers my feelings--I was actually proud of myself for confronting the issue directly, rather than simply stewing. Long, boring story slightly less long---dinner party gossip began, and resulted in the real organizers being told that I wasn't even going to show up at my own party, so irate was I at the supposed omission of Obama. Worse, other people apparently started to say they wouldn't come either, as Obama was being left out of the event. Egads.

This is kind of like the time last year when lovely neighbors stopped by to let us know that we were the subject of gossip in town--rumor had it we were planning to tear down our barns, reasons unknown! Umm, no. No such plans. This is what it is to live in a small town--with not much new happening day to day, games of telephone begin and grievances are magnified; an off the cuff complaint turns into a showdown. I don't know the source of either set of rumors (though I'm sure I could speculate) and it ultimately doesn't matter. It's just a reminder of why, in this kind of an environment (as in an office, say) feelings are best kept close.


mitch said...

deep sigh, both for the recent misunderstandings and because... i really miss you!

Nicie said...

i miss you too! don't sweat it too much. these things happen. xoxo

Jen said...

where have all the flowers gone....etc.

hope your labor day weekend is great!

skating party?


Alto2 said...

Thank you very much for depositing that earworm in my head. I'm glad Jen figured the song out because she stopped the endless loop in my brain. Just wanted you to know I nominated you for a little blog award. Head over to The Zone and read "Kick Ass Kudos".

Wordgirl said...

Thank you for checking on on my various attempts at communication -- I can't believe I twitter either...(*smiling*)

It's interesting to me to read your blog because you inhabit a kind of dream of mine -- a life of both the mind, yet the country -- and small town life -- I can see where the small town part would be difficult -- it's SO easy to romanticize though!