I have to remind myself sometimes, alright, often, that my tendency to understate things actually belittles my experience. It is very easy to respond to a question about my weekend with a shrug and, “It was okay.” It wasn’t just okay. It was actually pretty good. Good things happened. I enjoyed myself. To say otherwise isn’t fair to my weekend or me. It is a more subtle negative, but a negative nonetheless.
spite of spending maybe 15 minutes on stage and 5 hours in/around the
theatre for rehearsal Saturday morning, I didn’t mind too much. The most
eventful thing I did in the time between the beginning and the end was
to fetch a bag of ice for a girl who came down hard on her ankle. I
finished reading The Sun Also Rises for the second time and briefly spoke with a woman in the play who wants to mentor a single young professionals group.
conversation was interesting, particularly due to its resonance with my
current frame of mind. It was the second time that day that I heard my
concerns echoed, albeit from two vastly different sources. A friend of
mine who owns an organic food café told me about the astrological
significance of the present. Apparently it is the best opportunity we
have for growth, according to the stars. It is a time to break out of
our cycles and move forward. Considering my recent feelings of being
stuck on a carousel, it was an interesting coincidence.
other conversation was significantly less spiritually oriented, which
meant it was easier for me to discuss and listen. In the end however, it
was the same theme. Our generation doesn’t want to work mindlessly
without purpose. We don’t want to further the corporate machine unless
we’re doing some kind of “good work” while we’re doing it. Kate, the
woman I was talking, recognized that the business mindset in our town is
driving away young professionals and she wants that to change. I hope
she does start some kind of group, I would be very interested in
the end of the short rehearsal break we took for lunch, I walked up to a
local café for a mocha. My path took somehow meandered through the
Farmer’s Market, where a young woman selling flowers had caught my eye
last weekend. We’ll call her Aeris for a brief moment before I reveal
her name. Sure enough she was there again and though I didn’t linger, I
was pleased to see her again. She is about my height, (5’9”) give or
take an inch, with light blonde hair and a genuine, constant smile. I
wandered by, got my coffee and wandered back through with a smile of my
own that I shared with no one and everyone in particular.
rehearsal I did a little personal writing, breaking the paradigm of my
computer desk and moving the monitor and keyboard to the floor. It is a
curious thing, but such a tiny way of arranging my world to suit me
instead of vice versa is very satisfying. My guitar received a little
attention as well. I played through Rufus Wainwright’s version of
“Hallelujah” and Jimmy Buffet’s “Love in the Library.” I don’t often
play covers, so it was nice to practice a couple.
6 o’ clock I met up with my friend Liz and we walked the couple blocks
from her house to a new sushi restaurant in town, Big Tuna. Three of our
co-workers were sitting outside when we arrived, so we joined them.
They only served rolls, no nigiri or sashimi, but combined my two
favorite kinds of sushi into one roll, so I wasn’t too disappointed.
Cucumber and tuna? Thanks!
spite of Liz’ several attempts to back out, after dinner I dragged her
another couple blocks to the monthly ballroom dance. I don’t know many
people as expressive as Liz is, so it quickly became clear that she was
having a lot of fun. There were also several people from the play there,
all much younger, but it was good to see them outside of the theatre.
hadn’t been in the room for more than a moment when I saw my Aeris. She
had changed into a simple, elegant black dress, and a pair of heels,
but only stood out even more than she did in jeans with her hands full
of flowers at the Farmer’s Market. I pointed her out to Liz. After I’d
danced with Liz a few times and one of my students, I asked her to
dance. Not only is she lovely and bright enough to notice in any crowd,
she’s a very graceful dancer as well. Her name is Eden.
left after an hour or so, as she wasn’t feeling great. She made sure to
give me some pointed advice on how to win the girl before leaving.
Since her advice was simply what I wanted to do and not something I had
planned out, I took it. I made certain not to ignore the other people I
knew or take too many of Eden’s dances, but I claimed a lot of them.
When the night was over, I asked for her number, in the interest of
dancing with her again. She gave it to me and we exchanged goodbyes.
I went back over to chez Liz, where we drank sauvignon blanc and
watched BioDome. I haven’t seen that movie in ages, but it still makes
me laugh. I don’t know what makes good stupid humor and bad stupid
humor, but there’s definitely a line out there somewhere. When it ended,
I went home and slept until it was time to greet the new day.
was less eventful, but pleasant. I woke up early, since I only seem to
be able to really sleep in when I don’t want to get up for work. I had
breakfast with my dad and spent the rest of the day playing Civ V: Gods
and Kings with a brief interlude of D&D that I wasn’t really feeling
up to. I talked to my dad about moving back into the cabin, which is
something I have been thinking about recently. I have to give my
landlord thirty days notice, so I have to decide by the end of the week
whether or not I am going to do so. Dad can use the help around the
property and I think he gets lonely with Mom off in Arizona for the
school year. I could use the money I will save when I don’t have to pay
rent and will be able to get a pup of my own. I think it’s time. It’s
been over a year since I last moved. Not sure how to deal with that.
It was a good weekend. Don’t believe me if I try to tell you otherwise.
a bell ringing
‘gainst the song of the world
a cello, bow on its strings
a trumpet, calling out,
echoing on my tongue
the sound of a note
I had almost forgotten
I have been waiting to hear.
And a thousand words, goodnight.