2006-02-24 - 11:16 a.m.
Okay, I've been called out by the Tudor Diva! It has been a month, after all, and when the Tudor Diva calls you out you better march, Bubba!
I've been listening to a lot of Talking Heads recently, especially "Once in a Lifetime". The song is about remaining aware and conscious about your life, and I'm finding that right now it's easy to get sucked into routine. I get up, get the Professor dressed, get her off to school, get myself to work, come home, eat, play with the kids, go to bed. Lather, rinse, repeat. So much time and energy goes into my job and their care that I've got hardly anything left for myself. I really have not much to talk about. I'm writing some Harry Potter fanfic that probably will never see the light of day, I'm drooling over mountain dulcimer auctions on eBay, I'm plotting what to do with the tax refund when it comes in, and trying to decide what to have for dinner. That's what keeps creativity alive inside my skull piece. Mostly, though, I'm trying to answer David Byrne's question "How did I get here?"
Apropos of nothing: there was a harpist in the atrium a couple days ago during lunch. I sat and listened, then began giggling as I identified the melody. Pink Floyd. I could almost hear the bong water. Then she switched to Aerosmith, and I just lost it. It was all I could do not to pull out a lighter and shout "Freebird! Freebird!"
Yes, I am a sick puppy.
