Originally Posted Friday, March 22, 2013
Nothing bad to report today. It makes me nervous but I am learning to take these days without guilt or worry when I can. The house has been pressure washed, the yard is scheduled to be landscaped, and general repairs are being done. The weather continues most beautiful unabated. I know, I know, summer will bring huge storms and demolition, but as Hemingway so well advised, "Don't let it happen until it happens."
Last night I went to my beautician and got beautified. Oh. . . it is a very long process, but she is a pleasant girl and sort of exotic in her Russian Jewishness, and I took a flask full of good scotch. It took hours. By the time I got home and showered, it was late, so I ate some grocery store sushi and watched another episode of Season V "Mad Men" in preparation for Season VI coming in a couple of weeks. Someone came over and we chatted and then it was midnight and I went to bed. And best of all, I slept straight thru until seven-thirty. The maids come today, so I must prepare the house for that, and I will make toast with olive oil and peanut butter and cherry preserves, and I will drink a big, cold glass of milk. I will take a walk and go into work late and then I will leave early for my boss will not be there.
I forgot to mention (and now cannot figure out how to insert it into the last paragraph) that on the way to the beauty shop, I was listening on NPR to a show about Jay McShann. If I were to be given the choice and the time by some miracle, I might choose to be a musician. I mean a real one, not the kind that I was, talentless but entertaining. I love listening to real musicians talk about music, about the subtleties and trying to learn or invent different scales, how they couldn't play the way so-and-so did, what a genius they had for phrasing, about working with other musicians to make a sound, how this section of the orchestra would back down and the horns would kick up or how this part was driven by the rhythm section. "Listen," they will say, and I do and I try to hear what they are saying. It is another language, music, another way of being. So when I got home, I put up "Duke and the Brute" on YouTube. Click on it and listen. You can go to the NPR website, too, and listen to the whole show.
So one night ends pleasantly and the next day begins well. See? Life gives us a reprieve now and again. I'll take it.
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