a customer came in tonight whom i'd met before and told me he'd hook me up with some jazz. we exchanged artist's names, but the moment he walked out the door, i forgot what they were. he came back tonight and said,
did you get a chance to listen?
no,i said.
i'm so glad you're here because i didn't write them down.
well, i wrote them down tonight but he said,
don't buy any, i'll bring you some.
and i am grateful for this kindness. i have no time to shop for food, let alone music. and gifted music is something i've not received in a great while.
met a musician who was strikingly familiar, he evoked a smile from me whenever i'd look at him. he had one of those familiar faces. i told him he reminded me of a dear friend and that's why i kept smiling. i ended up telling him my friend is a drummer, a natural drummer.
well, i'm a basisthe said.
about as close as you can get to drumming without actually drumming.
yes,i said.
he invited me to a place where he jams with a band, but plays the guitar instead of bass on that night (les paul jr. plays bass on those nights, i'd sit it out too if i had the chance). so, i may go. i told him,
i don't get off work until 11pm.
we play until 12:30.
bonus! something that actually fits into my schedule. and since, i'm tired, but not sleepy when i get off work, i may go by. he says this weekend might be busier than usual because of the holiday, so maybe i'll wait a week and go when there is no one.
i like anonymity. it suits me.
though you'd never know that here.
i met a guy who is from mexico. he makes the best greek salads, and i'm going to get to practice my spanish with him, i guess, as i gave him my digits since he'll be going back to mexico to study architecture. very nice.
i work with the sweetest girl, yesterday she was done with her break early and wanted to start work, but i told her no. and she said,
what do i do then?and i said,
you can move my car(parking is a bitch around there. we have to hop our cars around the four hour spaces, until it gets close to 7pm when we can park them on the street by our work).
so i hand her my ignition key and she looks at it,
how do i get in?she asked.
i said,
old school. put the key in the hole and turn it.
she laughed.
and she moved my POS, parked it rather poorly, but i didn't care. one less thing for me to do.
but my boss tells me the cops ain't gonna ticket us if we park on the street by our work, because they love us. i figure, they may love us, but they may not know my car. i will still keep moving it around, i guess.
we're losing more people, and my boss is a really nice guy, i hate to see him all ag about the schedule, because he's trying really hard to help everyone out, but scheduling is a bitch. and he's getting fried.
he wanted to freak out before he left, but didn't. he's a good guy.
i think one of his favorite kids will quit if the schedule doesn't change. and that's the way it is, these kids don't need the job, necessarily. i don't need the job necessarily, so if we don't get our way, we leave. it's the only leverage we have.
but i'm hoping it will all work out. god knows i don't need any more days. 40 hours next week. yikes.
here we go. i do need a rest. like nobody's business.
but today we went to the pool and i got to lay on a rock like a lizard afterward.
i came up with a great storybook for my girl to write and illustrate. she said,
that's a great idea mom.
and i could see her light up.
don't talk about it,i said. just do it.
and so, she asked me if she could tell her dad (i didn't make that connection until just now), she called me at work when we were banging busy, and i said,
yes. goodbye.when asked,
can i tell dad?just this moment did i figure out what the hell she was talking about.
ha! what a cutie.
tonight i come home to the sweetest drawing, the first for her book, no doubt.
i hope it gets picked up, it's a really good idea. and even if it doesn't, we'll self publish it. i've got too much shit to do to be worried about the marketing bullshit i'll have to research if we go with a publisher.
but i'll give it a try. if i'm lucky, it will take her some time to do it, but most likely, she'll want to do it right away. she's an artist. a good idea is all it takes.
we see the horseys tomorrow. i can't wait.
won't get off work until six, then to the barn which is about an hour away, we'll muck and feed, then home. probably won't be back home till ten pm. but, it's all good. i would do it for any friend. these friends just happen to be the big dreamy brown eyed kind.
i love those kinds of friends.
and this really is the only thing my girl and i do together that is just for us. (and them, we really do it for the horses, but we get so much out of it, our time with them, that we can't help but do this for them).
peace. out.
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