Because absolutely nothing I could title this will have even a remote hint of having anything to do with the random drivel this post is going to likely become. I really feel like blogging though so it’s pretty likely all you’re getting is a stream of consciousness line of crap.
Sorry about that.
Wait, no I’m not. That’s kind of the premise of this blog right?
So over the weekend, as you likely surmised from my last post, the 1200 word ode to the Bruins, my aunt and I went to see them
Sunday of course was the day we celebrated the fact that mom popped me (and then Wendy) out and became a Mother. Yea! She told us about a friend of hers who plays with the Scottish Fiddle Club and that they were performing a free concert up at The Old Manse in Concord so Matt, mum, my aunt & I all sat outside in the chilly New England spring wind to hear a couple hours of fiddle, cello, guitar, piano and banjo players rock the grassy knoll. Then we toured the Manse and Matt and I got to take advantage of our Trustees Membership for the first time this year.
Then we took mom out to dinner for Chinese in Lexington and polished off a bottle of sake and a bunch of spring rolls while enjoying each other’s company and lots of laughs as always. After the tour it was a great way to end the day.
That won’t be the last time we make use of our Trustees membership though as we fully intend to hit the beach every Saturday from now until we leave (where there’s lots of beach with no ocean). But now we’re already a quarter of the way “paid back” on the membership cost and counting, plus we learned a lot about Emerson and Hawthorne which was cool because I had just studied some of their works in my last class so it was nice to put some life to the literary works I’d read. My current class is already more than halfway over and its simply amazing watching time fly by so quickly before the move.
I had to list my drums for sale this week. That was kind of a bittersweet day because I know I won’t be able to play them in an apartment building (plus there won’t really be space to house them there anyway) but of course the thought of having to let them go makes me a little sad.
It also means I only have 4 more lessons with Gil. I’ll definitely miss him too but we’re compiling a novel of stuff for me to work on when I am fortunate enough again to be able to get myself a new kit. I’m counting the days.
In general life is pretty busy these days but its not totally overwhelming getting ready to go. I just keep thinking how much easier it is for 18 year olds who don’t have a house full of stuff and feel fine about crashing on friend’s sofas when they get to their destinations. But that was twenty years ago and here I am now.
Such is the course of my life.
I’ve been penning a lot of poetry in my journal lately too, nothing I’m overly anxious to share with the world but some interesting content that might be revised and expanded, who knows. And I’ve also revisited my second manuscript a couple times to try to get it ready for the world.
So much to do, so much time to do it all in.