So I started my letter. My goodbye letter. It’s three sentences long. Someone please shoot me.
I want to try my hand again at some fiction and this time, actually complete it. I may not be good, but at least I want to try. Does that mean anything to you?
I’m also writing to you. That counts, I think.
All this will get work on my trip up north. One has ample time to think when one is all alone with nothing but snow for company.
So I was just watching Lifetime (I am such a loser) and I just thought I’d share how happy it made me feel.
The story, of the film I watched, I didn’t catch the title, was about a woman who, after a miscarriage, wanted a baby enough to steal one from brand-new parents. This is where Jane, our married mom/cop came into the picture. In a desperate struggle, she managed to save not only the baby, but the woman, Mary too. All this during Christmas, no less.
The whole thing reverberated with the importance of family. Mine isn’t always going to be around, and perhaps I should take advantage of the time I have with them now. Perhaps I’m just being too selfish with the way I want things to turn out. Either that, or I need to stop watch Lifetime. How about we compromise and have me just do both.
Lets all have a round of applause for the assholes who thought it would be nice to give me a White Christmas. Too bad it doesn’t snow here, and no, toilet paper does not count.
4 hours yard work – my pain
3 hours convincing my neighbor that I didn’t ruin her house – my fault
2 hours redecorating what was ruined – my family’s pain
1 hour shopping for new lights that were destroyed – my fault
30 minutes of being yelled at – my pain
10 minutes of being told I will never speak to anyone my age again – my suffering
Oh what I have to look forward to.
Being able to laugh at your friends humiliation and utter suffering – priceless.
So I thought I’d take a picture of my shoes just because I love them so much. I know it might be unnatural to love a pair of shoes, but today while feeding my birds, I looked down, and I thought of how much they do fit who I am, or who I’d like to be. I like those shoes. And it made a cool picture.
I went to see Mannheim Steamroller. Celebration, as the show was titled, was (creatively) a celebration of 20 years of Mannheim Steamroller Christmas. I throughly enjoy the entire show. It’s quite interesting to hear pieces that I play each and every year played by the people who wrote, love, and live in them. I made mental notes on how to play certain things, where to slow down, or add more dynamic contours, and other such nonsense. However, most importantly, I enjoyed myself. Wow, that’s a first.
It’s been quite a stressful week for me. Emotionally, I’ve never been quite so torn, and academically, never quite as challenged. I guess that’s what I get for slacking in both areas. The music was a chance to let all that go, and live the moment. For once, I was living enough to feel music again, imagine it playing even when there was nothing there, and choke the life out of the asses that felt it would be great to get into their seats after the performance had already started.
So I had fun, with my shoes, and the concert. I feel me again. Oh one more thing, at the concert they played Air by Bach before the show started. It was quite comical. I’m too excitable when I hear music I know. What a loser am I.