I didn’t leave the house, didn’t see the movie I’d wanted to see, didn’t do several other things, and it was just as well. It was one of those days where no one should have left the house. Least of all, the people who did and then didn’t get to go home.
Priceless
Now, let’s see if I get as good a sleep time as I remember getting a couple of years ago. There’s nothing like when the right kind of technology arrives, landing outside your door on your way out to do something else. I’d say the price was right, but decent sleep is pretty much priceless.
Traction
Start slow and you leave yourself at the mercy of other slow people in front of you, dawdling on the way to places they don’t want to go, and keeping you from places you do. Start faster so at least you can get up some momentum and traction toward people and places.
Speed
No matter how gentle the slope or how well manicured the neighborhood, every hill in this city feels like violence at speed, more the geologic time that formed it rather than the civilized society that trapped portions of it under tarmac and concrete.
Mutter
You won’t go from pillar to post every day, so you try to get things done while it’s still even if you don’t feel still. Make the calls, carry out the stretches, mutter under your breath and mark it a midweek.
Rattle
I kept looking out the window on my way back from the neighborhood with my cab crawling through afternoon traffic and the sights slowly taking on significance with each lurch and rattle soundtracked by last year’s pop-radio hits.
Happen
We’ll see if this is the start of something or not. It’ll probably take a few days to sort itself out. If I’m careful with the calendar and conscientious about the things I need to finish, something will come of it. I shouldn’t be coming with days, but a day like today will make that happen.
Committed
Coming back to one of the old neighborhoods is no longer a nostalgic exercise. It’s more abstract, and oddly more sensitive to other nuances. This is what the People Who Live Here Now are like; I don’t think I was like them even when I was still here. They’re not so different from me, except for the obvious ways. They’re committed to the bit. While visiting, I asked how I was, if I ever was. I think maybe I found a new bit, or a different stage, or both. Still me, though?
Open D
I wanted to be out in the world, but I needed to stay put and bug the cat and rest and read, so that’s what I did. I put in a little time on guitar, but not long enough to be silly about it, changing one from open D to DADGAD tuning. Tomorrow: more time off, and let’s see what that brings.
Backdrop
A bit eye opening to look down a mostly empty street and see folks riding all kinds of bicycles against a vehicle heavy backdrop at the right hour of the day.