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gurdonarkI've noticed that even when my work load is not stressful,
I still really look forward to the weekend. I remember when I was younger, and had to work longer hours.
A weekend movie, a Sunday morning drive (Prairie Home companion, little rural prairie backroads past decaying churches and rustic fallen small barns) was like the ultimate luxury. Now, I push myself a little less hard,
but the weekend seems just as welcome. My wife's going to San Antonio to visit some friends in town from CA, so I've got to entertain myself. I'll do some Mandatory Continuing Legal Education on the 'net, and fly a new kite I bought for 3 dollars at Dollar General. It's also time to do some writing. I don't ever get writer's block, because you have to have the feeling that you can write talented stuff before you worry that what you write won't be. I know my poetry is very talent-shy, so I don't have writer's block, I merely have good old procrastinator's project-starting block. But once I begin, it will flow from me like the picture of water rushing in a drainage ditch I sent off to someone recently. Perhaps Heaven is a 20 dollar bill in pocket, a kite in hand, twenty five pages of bad poetry on screen, and a good night's sleep.
I still really look forward to the weekend. I remember when I was younger, and had to work longer hours.
A weekend movie, a Sunday morning drive (Prairie Home companion, little rural prairie backroads past decaying churches and rustic fallen small barns) was like the ultimate luxury. Now, I push myself a little less hard,
but the weekend seems just as welcome. My wife's going to San Antonio to visit some friends in town from CA, so I've got to entertain myself. I'll do some Mandatory Continuing Legal Education on the 'net, and fly a new kite I bought for 3 dollars at Dollar General. It's also time to do some writing. I don't ever get writer's block, because you have to have the feeling that you can write talented stuff before you worry that what you write won't be. I know my poetry is very talent-shy, so I don't have writer's block, I merely have good old procrastinator's project-starting block. But once I begin, it will flow from me like the picture of water rushing in a drainage ditch I sent off to someone recently. Perhaps Heaven is a 20 dollar bill in pocket, a kite in hand, twenty five pages of bad poetry on screen, and a good night's sleep.
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Heaven for me is...
Date: 2002-03-05 01:09 pm (UTC)Heaven for me also involves a $20 bill in my pocket and some free time. Plus some piddling time in the garage - I've begun moving towards more hand tools and not so much power recently. Sometimes simple is better. Cheaper too.
Re: Heaven for me is...
I'm not good with tools of any kind, but I sure limit my tool use to hand tools whenever possible. That's more about finger preservation, though, than deep insight into tools.
power tools
Date: 2002-03-09 10:36 pm (UTC)First really warm rainy day of the year here in the eastern foothills of the Blue Ridge, and the amphibians are out in force.
Tonight I was up late watching (w/binoculars from in the house) the toads (including one BLONDE one), bullfrogs, green frogs, and leopard frogs congregating in and around the backyard goldfish pond WHEN the dogs started barking at something behind me -- I turned around and saw that the French doors were spangled with Hyla crucifer -- the little spring peepers -- it was quite a spectacle. I spent much longer than I like to say on hands and knees, face mashed up against the glass, really really trying to singe these little wonders into my memory before they were gone.
Forgot to say hello to Greg
Date: 2002-03-09 10:46 pm (UTC)Re: power tools
Date: 2002-03-10 04:00 am (UTC)I often heard it incanted as a sort of mantra. There was only *one* song which marked those who could really play
from those who played at it, and that was the ability to play the Fantasie Impromptu. Never mind that Chopin wrote numerous pieces of equal difficulty, never mind the entire body of piano music written by others....for you (and those in your hearing)....there was only.....The FAntasie Impromptu. I believe it important to have little bits of heroism or extra talent that one finds in one's parents.
I'm so glad you guys got her a new power tool as a real vote of confidence.
I'm so impressed about the frogs, though I've got to go google up what a hyla crucifer looks like. I ran across an old e mail that posited that back yard pond as a goal; nice to hear it's now paying amphidividends. I love frogs;
our postage stamp backyard is only good for crickets, though....
Re: power tools
Date: 2002-03-10 05:21 pm (UTC)The whole bracket's tainted
talk into finding a half.com version of ELP's live album, the one with "Hoedown" on it. Now, that Keith Emerson, he could play, he could synth, he could spin in mid-air while playing and synthing...