Tuesday, July 19, 2005

tenant blues

I woke up this morning
And the water was off
Yes I woke up this morning
And the water was off
I had to buy some water in a jug
To make my morning coff

(I've been promised it'll be back on by this afternoon; the landladies are putting in a new bathroom upstairs, and the water was off for plumbing installation reasons. Still, a 90 degree July day isn't the best time for these things to happen...)

Monday, July 18, 2005

blue night

For no really good reason, I feel pretty down tonight for the first time in a while. I actually had a fairly terrific weekend; much of it was spent lazing around with a new friend in the hammock, and I saw Gribley for the first time in ages for a belated birthday celebration. I even got a fair amount of Arboretum time in, in between socializing. All day long at work, I've been looking forward to coming home and spreading out into the luxury of a little down time; I've got fresh veggies, a newly tidy apartment, and a 10 inch pile of books just waiting for me to enjoy them all. But instead of relaxed, I feel vaguely sad and worried.

Usually when I feel like this, I find out in a matter of days that some relationship in my life (with a friend, a coworker, etc) has gone sour, and my mood has picked up on it before my brain has. Sometimes it's nothing more than a blue Monday, a passing funk that doesn't signify anything more than the fact that it's my turn to harbor one the bleak moods that overtake the best of us now and then.

I'm gonna go through the motions anyway: good dinner, comfy chair, and a stimulating read. Odds are that by acting out my gentle, low-key evening I'll soon find that I'm no longer merely acting once I get into it.

And if not, well, what is this blog for but to provide me with ample evidence that blue moods come along every so often, but never last longer than I can handle them?

Monday, July 11, 2005

the beautiful boys of bluegrass

A friend and former bandmate got married yesterday in a lovely outdoor ceremony. I didn't think I'd know anyone else at the wedding, so it was quite a surprise to see the rest of the (now defunct) band in attendance. The four of us haven't all been in the same place at the same time since last summer; one moved to NYC, another faded from view into the wilds of Somerville, and I've been typically bad at staying in touch with either of them. So to have everyone present and accounted for all at the same time was especially nice. Could a reunion tour be next? Well, no. But it was great to see everyone again. And between the good company, the natural festiveness of the occasion, the well-stocked open bar, and the irresistibly beautiful setting between the night sky and the sparkling sea, it's safe to say that a good time was had by all.

Plinka plinka plinka.

Friday, July 08, 2005


There's been a lot of dead air on the old blog lately - I've been meaning to write for several nights now, but there just never seems to be a spare minute. Life has been pretty full these past few days - albeit full in a good way. But there hasn't been much time left over for the basics; eating, sleeping, and blogging have all fallen by the wayside.

Plus, the world has been so full of overwhelming news and subsequent excellent writing about it - O'Connor's resignation, the next lap of what's turning into the second Hundred Years' War, the London bombings, fire out West, etc. etc. etc., that it seems small and ridiculous to spend time airing my own petty gripes and musings.

Between all the bad news (in general) and the busy schedule (personal), I haven't really had a thought worth posting for days. Hopefully my schedule will start to even out soon (I don't have much hope for the rest of the world settling down, I'm afraid), and I can get back to my public ruminations. In the meantime, I've got a date with my own cozy bed and a solid eight hours sleep. Maybe eight and a half, if I keep hitting the snooze button.

G'night, Gracie.