Rain, rain, go away…just in time for me to go back to work.
How I was supposed to spend my vacation…
My lovely, peaceful hammock swaying beneath the old maples… except for the fact that IT RAINED FOR MY ENTIRE VACATION. Aargh. Everything was all hot and sunny, summery bliss until the first day I took off…then rain, rain, rain, rain… and cold! So no gentle swaying amongst the trees, no glorious basking in the sand, no leaning into the breeze, or galloping adventures with Miss Lyra-Lu. Instead the majority of time was spent bundled in jeans and hoodies trying to keep warm and dry, going squirrely in a house full of stir crazy kids. So my vacation consisted of catching up on the mountain of laundry (woot! fun! yay!), looking out the window and pining, and prying children who were overcome with boredom off of each other as they sought to liven things up by wrestling like rowdy puppies in a heap.
Oh, and practicing guitar…travis finger picking patterns until my fingers blistered, and not to forget my awkward F chord, which I can now through the magic of practice, actually make. I did not however, make jewelry. Well mostly not. I did saw out a 45 rpm record adaptor in copper that I am going to hammer, stamp and polish into a pendant, or a functional adaptor – whichever. I also did not email anyone. Which has resulted in a very full inbox and a week’s worth of typing…<insert denial and procastination techniques here>
I had my plane dream again last night. I thought I had dreamt the last of it, but apparently not. This time I had to switch planes after a 5 hour flight, to get on another that would be 7 hours. No idea really where that would take me exactly,(India??) but it was important that I get there. It was essential. And my flight was delayed 40 minutes, and I was in a panic. And that lovely green sea beneath me again.
Music has become an intrigue, a mystery to unravel. And yet, the more I discover – the more I learn – the more beautiful it all becomes. Which is backwards for me. Usually I am enchanted, but then when I discover all of the details, all of the inner workings, I lose interest, move on to the next fascination. But this! It draws me in deeper and deeper. I am like Alice down the rabbit hole. I am a child, wide eyed and filled with wonder. It transports me, fills me…is enough, yet never enough. And my gi-tar. I am loving that thing, even when it blisters and numbs my fingers, I am loving it.
New old music I am listening to this week…Uncle Tupelo, recommended by my guitar teacher, and it is exactly what I am liking these days (especially Black Eye, Wait Up, etc the rest of March 16-20.) …also listening to Holly Golightly and the Brokeoffs quite a bit again – am looking forward to their new album in the fall. I would love it if they came to Canada (preferably the East Coast! <fingers crossed>). I have a feeling that Lawyer Dave is a phenomena that must be seen live and in person, and Holly is just lovely – her voice…ah