Ode to a Goldfish
As much as I fantasize about not having a job, I begin to see that I'm not really ready for a life of total leisure.
Wednesday was my big day this week: I went to the dentist and then met Alysoun and Tarry at the international arrivals hall at the airport to visit with them during a layover. Having not had my fill of the airport, I went back on Thursday with Shay to pick up our all-expenses-paid-lunch ticket, Kevin. We ate until we were nauseous (or is it nauseated) and then I think I spent the rest of the day and night on the internet.
Friday I fully intended to leave the house, but put it off 'til 7 or so when I went to a movie. It was liberating to get out and I felt a great kinship with my fellow human beings. I came home and thought I'd go to bed early, but ended up reading a real dung heap of a book til about 11 when I could take no more and switched to the new Jennifer Weiner, but then that was interesting so I stayed up 'til about 12:30. Then I woke in the middle of the night suffocating because it was so hot in my apartment. I opened a window and felt a tremor of trepidation about the rising temperatures of summer. So of course I was in no hurry to get up this morning and was feeling like if they made a movie about my life right now it would be the kind where the person is so pathetic you can't stand it and then their only friend, who is a goldfish, dies and they go berzerk and start living out of a shopping cart in the park. Determined not to get to the point where I felt the need of a fish, I went to the park. I decided not to take my ipod, as constant listening has got me singing random lines out loud to myself a la Turrets syndrome. When I got to the park I got out a good old-fashioned pad of paper and the kind of pen they give away at the bank and started to write. What came out was a pretty good first draft of a short story! I was feeling much better. Close on it's heels followed the chorus of a song, and then 2 verses! Yay me! Then I scribbled down the tune before it escaped me. Pretty pleased with my quick rehabilitation, I put on my backpack and went to Whole Foods to get lettuce (it's my job to bring the salad to Easter dinner). All the way there I was humming my new song and I could hear the guitar chords in my head. When I got home I grabbed the much neglected guitar from the closet and tried to play what I heard. No luck. I think I need some lessons. But I figured out the chord progression and can play the bass line along with my singing and I think it's gonna rock!
It's been nice to take a break from the 10-3 (my version of the 9-5) but I'll be happy to return to the form and structure of work on Tuesday. I think the lesson for this week is that structure, while it can strangle and kill you if it's too tight, will keep you from lunacy and dead goldfish.
Wednesday was my big day this week: I went to the dentist and then met Alysoun and Tarry at the international arrivals hall at the airport to visit with them during a layover. Having not had my fill of the airport, I went back on Thursday with Shay to pick up our all-expenses-paid-lunch ticket, Kevin. We ate until we were nauseous (or is it nauseated) and then I think I spent the rest of the day and night on the internet.
Friday I fully intended to leave the house, but put it off 'til 7 or so when I went to a movie. It was liberating to get out and I felt a great kinship with my fellow human beings. I came home and thought I'd go to bed early, but ended up reading a real dung heap of a book til about 11 when I could take no more and switched to the new Jennifer Weiner, but then that was interesting so I stayed up 'til about 12:30. Then I woke in the middle of the night suffocating because it was so hot in my apartment. I opened a window and felt a tremor of trepidation about the rising temperatures of summer. So of course I was in no hurry to get up this morning and was feeling like if they made a movie about my life right now it would be the kind where the person is so pathetic you can't stand it and then their only friend, who is a goldfish, dies and they go berzerk and start living out of a shopping cart in the park. Determined not to get to the point where I felt the need of a fish, I went to the park. I decided not to take my ipod, as constant listening has got me singing random lines out loud to myself a la Turrets syndrome. When I got to the park I got out a good old-fashioned pad of paper and the kind of pen they give away at the bank and started to write. What came out was a pretty good first draft of a short story! I was feeling much better. Close on it's heels followed the chorus of a song, and then 2 verses! Yay me! Then I scribbled down the tune before it escaped me. Pretty pleased with my quick rehabilitation, I put on my backpack and went to Whole Foods to get lettuce (it's my job to bring the salad to Easter dinner). All the way there I was humming my new song and I could hear the guitar chords in my head. When I got home I grabbed the much neglected guitar from the closet and tried to play what I heard. No luck. I think I need some lessons. But I figured out the chord progression and can play the bass line along with my singing and I think it's gonna rock!
It's been nice to take a break from the 10-3 (my version of the 9-5) but I'll be happy to return to the form and structure of work on Tuesday. I think the lesson for this week is that structure, while it can strangle and kill you if it's too tight, will keep you from lunacy and dead goldfish.
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