Random Thoughts That Happen To Occur Late on a Sunday
Sunday night. Exhausted. I spent most of yesterday painting my garage and part of my house. Two friends were available to help me for a couple hours each. Overall, I painted for about five hours. My garage is now a dazzling white. So is the one part of my house that I did. When I started painting, I worked really hard. I was hopped up on coffee and adrenaline. I wanted to get it done as quickly as possible. When I was just about done, my body crashed. My friend, Bill -- who was there helping toward the end -- proposed the idea of hanging out by my fire pit when it got dark. He headed home to shower and pick up some beverages. I dragged myself into my own shower, put some clean clothes on, and went to pick up some food. Bill came back to my house at about eight o'clock and found me sleeping on porch swing in my backyard.
Backyard fires are wonderful. They illicit such introspection. Bill and I talked for a few hours, had some food, and had some drinks. I pulled out my guitar and played a few tunes. Bill filmed them for me.
Playing music is rewarding. It's especially rewarding doing it non-typical places. It's extra rewarding when people unexpectedly come to listen. Open mic a couple weeks ago was canceled due to a scheduled performance at Caffe Lena. A group of us (regular open mic musicians) decided to reconvene at Ben and Jerry's down the street and play there. We took turns and each played a few songs. It was just like open mic (minus the microphone). It turned out to be a lot of fun sharing songs in this sort of environment. What made it even more awesome, is that people -- who were walking by or getting ice cream -- stopped to listen to us. A young woman and her young son stopped while I was playing. My friend, Venus, said I should play Puff the Magic Dragon for the little guy. I did. It was cool because I couldn't quite remember how all of it went. The young woman and the little guy helped me, which was a nice way to connect with the audience. Later on, I spoke with young woman. She introduced her son, Finnigan. Finnigan is a cool kid. He loves music and named some of his favorite bands.
Now that the garage is painted, I have a bunch of little projects to work on before putting my house up for sale. Today, I worked on my two bookshelves. I bagged up a bunch of books and CDs that I don't need. I will donate them to the library or something. I expect the house to be up for sale by the first week in June.
Backyard fires are wonderful. They illicit such introspection. Bill and I talked for a few hours, had some food, and had some drinks. I pulled out my guitar and played a few tunes. Bill filmed them for me.
Playing music is rewarding. It's especially rewarding doing it non-typical places. It's extra rewarding when people unexpectedly come to listen. Open mic a couple weeks ago was canceled due to a scheduled performance at Caffe Lena. A group of us (regular open mic musicians) decided to reconvene at Ben and Jerry's down the street and play there. We took turns and each played a few songs. It was just like open mic (minus the microphone). It turned out to be a lot of fun sharing songs in this sort of environment. What made it even more awesome, is that people -- who were walking by or getting ice cream -- stopped to listen to us. A young woman and her young son stopped while I was playing. My friend, Venus, said I should play Puff the Magic Dragon for the little guy. I did. It was cool because I couldn't quite remember how all of it went. The young woman and the little guy helped me, which was a nice way to connect with the audience. Later on, I spoke with young woman. She introduced her son, Finnigan. Finnigan is a cool kid. He loves music and named some of his favorite bands.
Now that the garage is painted, I have a bunch of little projects to work on before putting my house up for sale. Today, I worked on my two bookshelves. I bagged up a bunch of books and CDs that I don't need. I will donate them to the library or something. I expect the house to be up for sale by the first week in June.