sadness...and other stuff

I was going to comment on how glad I am to not be a sickeningly 100% happy person. I always think that people who are too happy are missing out somehow; disregarding things in themselves, ignoring life tugging at their sleeves in their excitement at rushing ahead... yep, I was going to make a good case for moodiness.

But I've been distracted-- there's a particularly heavy freight train coming through Oneonta right now. I can tell it's extra heavy because the house is moving more than usual; my chair is shaking, the plants are swaying. If I were in CA, I'd be wondering how long to wait before heading under the table to avoid falling objects.

(Which prompts me to comment on the strange fact that, until last year [when I was in CA and we had a 5.6], the strongest earthquakes I'd ever experienced were in Oneonta; one in 1983, and one in 2002 [both were 5.1] - but none of which were at all startling to me, cause it's such a familiar rhythm; I grew up being rocked to sleep by freight trains. )