My extra-busy work season ended Sunday at 5:45. It’s nice to have a nice marker like that, a ribbon tied across the track to launch, or in my case, stagger, through, panting, red-faced, and sweating, and if not victorious, at least DONE. Yes, please take a picture of me now in my moment of glory. Damn that Scottish heritage and that high colour!
So, now that I’m no longer responsible for keeping the stars on their proscribed paths by standing on my back porch in the freezing cold using nothing but an out-dated chart, a pen-light and a series of threads that had to be held just so at just the right tension, well, you can just imagine, I’m exhausted.
Too bad the sunset of one, brings on the sunrise of the next. And seeing as the days are getting longer and the nights shorter and we’ve already sprung ahead, my moment to rest from my toils is far shorter than my druthers would like it.
And, of course, there is this alternate reality where I’m supposed to be “running” a great(ish) distance and appearing on stage, (that’s definitely not me in the picture) in the all too near future. So, of course I’m avoiding the gym and the piano like they’ve been infested with the SARS virus.
Other than that though, I haven’t been up to much. Everything is chugging along at a less than dramatic pace. When people ask me “What’s new?” I don’t know what to say. I want to say “What is this obsession with new!?” Can’t something be old or just middle-aged and still be interesting to you people?” But that doesn’t cut it with the social skills people so I just say some derivative of “Same old” and leave it at that.
I am thinking new thoughts. Well, new to me. It’s hard to think completely new thoughts. Have you ever tried it? Really hard. My “new” thoughts are probably second-hand thoughts, or “pre-owned” if you must use the marketing term for it. Nothing that I’ve polished up enough to display though.
Oh, sorry, yes that was me humming.
Well, what have YOU been up to? For gawd’s sake, I can’t be entertaining every moment of day.
Come to think of it though, I frankly don’t care about the new. (See how cavalierly I just did tossed that aside? I’m a revolutionary, I tell you, maybe even a revolutionerary)
Tell me what’s old with you?