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Dec. 31st, 2022
I was late to this morning's meeting, but last week I forgot to go entirely, so that's an improvement, I guess. Folks were talking year-in-review things. It was nice to do a little year-in-review. After sharing "deeper" stuff I up & showed my new LEGO set -- my first -- and the bag of other "mini-fig"s I got so's to have alternative people to have hanging out in my LEGO camper when & if I put it together at some point. Which I hope I do. That might be a nice New Year's Day thing to work on, yes?
I also shared how last night I was suddenly thinking of this (channel your inner Ethel):
There's no people like show people
They smile when they are low
Everything about it isn't appealing! No matter how many singing dancing humans they have up there suggesting we should celebrate them and all their glory, it's not necessarily a great idea to keep coming back to Let's get on with the show. The show must'nt necessarily go on.
Currently on its way to me via UPS is the fancier of the two guitars I had my eye on, which is still out of stock at the big guitar places. Some fellas in Nashville operating out of their house are sending it to me. They're working on getting a commercial space, but for now doing appointment-only out of the brick rancher. I hope it feels good in my hands/lap. At some point I believe I typed here about Lorne's idea that it's wrong to get a fancy guitar before you're really good at guitar. That'd be, he said, way back when, and I remember it still, like somebody who doesn't appreciate (something about) some book buying some especially rare edition of it from the physical bookstore that he still had then. On some level this concept isn't like the guy at all, but on another, it totally is. Maybe his dad is in there with that one. I even get it, partly. Feel some of the distaste. Still.
Speaking of books, I almost don't want to speak of it so's not to jinx it, but I've found myself reading books lately. Like, fiction. For years and years I haven't much read much on my own time, particularly as a former student of literature. I'm still audiobooking my way through all of P.D. James, whom I read my way through a long time ago, and then more or less as they came out, but now I've also got at least one book going. I even bought a small stack of books the other day when I went into Barnes & Noble to buy some letter sheets. (Gotta few holiday card/note people to answer/write.) The library has been my friend so much in this berg, but often the copy of a book you get from them is unappealing, and sometimes a nice brand-new large paperback feels so good in the hands. Like the copy of The Alchemist I'm zipping through this week (slightly textured and gorgeous). I don't judge the book by its cover, per se, but it's lovely to hold a lovely cover.
Before that I took in a funny YA novel (from the library) about a woman who's called upon to take care of her rich frenemy's step-children, who have a pesky habit of catching on fire, which might be embarrassing to the family, if it got out. It charmed me and kept me going, though one big down side was that I worried about the children until the very end. Even though I could pretty much feel that we were heading toward a more-or-less happy, or happy enough, ending.
3 of the many other tabs open in the Chrome window I'm typing to you in now are pages at the library giving faves of 2022 of workers at the library (books, films/TV, and etc.), including picks from the library worker who hosts the trivia contests I've been going to as an Interrobang for some many months now. It feels a little like stalking him, to examine his choices. It's been clear all along that he's an innarestin' fella, and mysterious, and kinda public-but-guarded, extro-intro, unlike many an emcee. Knowing that's him on those library-list is like sneaking peeks at his bookshelves while he's not looking, since he doesn't know I'm doing it.
I'm not at all ready for the chorus shows in a few weeks. The director's not going to be at the next rehearsal (he's got a sub a lot) (hyper-busy and over-booked, seems like), and that and the cold and COVID tempt me to "attend" via Zoom. Plus this variant news could mean I decide not to go to the big maskless mass projected-exhaling and deep-breaths even that will be 2 nights in a row of multiple hours of "show" people. You know, the show may go on, but I'm set not to need to be there. I know I'm show people. I'm recovering show people?
What else. There was something else I keep thinking of to write about, but then forgetting. Oh, well. Time's up, say I!
Happy New Year, y'all. Y'few. Y'special few.
I also shared how last night I was suddenly thinking of this (channel your inner Ethel):
There's no people like show people
They smile when they are low
Everything about it isn't appealing! No matter how many singing dancing humans they have up there suggesting we should celebrate them and all their glory, it's not necessarily a great idea to keep coming back to Let's get on with the show. The show must'nt necessarily go on.
Currently on its way to me via UPS is the fancier of the two guitars I had my eye on, which is still out of stock at the big guitar places. Some fellas in Nashville operating out of their house are sending it to me. They're working on getting a commercial space, but for now doing appointment-only out of the brick rancher. I hope it feels good in my hands/lap. At some point I believe I typed here about Lorne's idea that it's wrong to get a fancy guitar before you're really good at guitar. That'd be, he said, way back when, and I remember it still, like somebody who doesn't appreciate (something about) some book buying some especially rare edition of it from the physical bookstore that he still had then. On some level this concept isn't like the guy at all, but on another, it totally is. Maybe his dad is in there with that one. I even get it, partly. Feel some of the distaste. Still.
Speaking of books, I almost don't want to speak of it so's not to jinx it, but I've found myself reading books lately. Like, fiction. For years and years I haven't much read much on my own time, particularly as a former student of literature. I'm still audiobooking my way through all of P.D. James, whom I read my way through a long time ago, and then more or less as they came out, but now I've also got at least one book going. I even bought a small stack of books the other day when I went into Barnes & Noble to buy some letter sheets. (Gotta few holiday card/note people to answer/write.) The library has been my friend so much in this berg, but often the copy of a book you get from them is unappealing, and sometimes a nice brand-new large paperback feels so good in the hands. Like the copy of The Alchemist I'm zipping through this week (slightly textured and gorgeous). I don't judge the book by its cover, per se, but it's lovely to hold a lovely cover.
Before that I took in a funny YA novel (from the library) about a woman who's called upon to take care of her rich frenemy's step-children, who have a pesky habit of catching on fire, which might be embarrassing to the family, if it got out. It charmed me and kept me going, though one big down side was that I worried about the children until the very end. Even though I could pretty much feel that we were heading toward a more-or-less happy, or happy enough, ending.
3 of the many other tabs open in the Chrome window I'm typing to you in now are pages at the library giving faves of 2022 of workers at the library (books, films/TV, and etc.), including picks from the library worker who hosts the trivia contests I've been going to as an Interrobang for some many months now. It feels a little like stalking him, to examine his choices. It's been clear all along that he's an innarestin' fella, and mysterious, and kinda public-but-guarded, extro-intro, unlike many an emcee. Knowing that's him on those library-list is like sneaking peeks at his bookshelves while he's not looking, since he doesn't know I'm doing it.
I'm not at all ready for the chorus shows in a few weeks. The director's not going to be at the next rehearsal (he's got a sub a lot) (hyper-busy and over-booked, seems like), and that and the cold and COVID tempt me to "attend" via Zoom. Plus this variant news could mean I decide not to go to the big maskless mass projected-exhaling and deep-breaths even that will be 2 nights in a row of multiple hours of "show" people. You know, the show may go on, but I'm set not to need to be there. I know I'm show people. I'm recovering show people?
What else. There was something else I keep thinking of to write about, but then forgetting. Oh, well. Time's up, say I!
Happy New Year, y'all. Y'few. Y'special few.
