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Yesterday morning I could barely open my eyes. I struggle with that when there’s not much light coming in through the window and the skies were bleak and grey through the window. Hardly unusual in western Pennsylvania, though.
But when I stepped outside the seemingly bleak sky was truly stunning - low draped blue-grey clouds and a lovely, thick mist. It was so deep and beautiful. The onset of rain almost always gives me a headache (I’ve been called a weather witch more often than I can count), but it never fails sweeps me away. And it was the only thing keeping me from getting too depressed as I drove closer and closer to that drab, crumbling building where I work for a now drab, crumbling paper (damn them for destroying it.) Tom Waits singing “Nighthawks at the Diner” also helped me smile. In Virginia, Used Songs was my rainy day music. There was a little diner in Front Royal I used to go to when I wanted to be alone. The coffee wasn’t spectacular (the standard by which I measure all food establishments), but it was a quiet little diner/ice cream joint with memorabilia from its heyday in the 40s and 50s. Nice atmosphere. Often, it was raining when I went there and Waits often accompanied me. As I parked, I couldn’t help but wishing I could have spent the morning at a retro, aluminum table, drinking coffee with a notebook in front of me, looking up only to gaze thoughtfully out the window or to tell the waitress I wanted a refill.
I’m still waiting to see all the pictures from Friday’s bellydance show. It was so much fun, and I'm so glad I didn't talk myself out of doing it! Much like Chelsea, I have been a wallflower for most of my life and this is a huge step for me. I’m working my way up to leading. I don’t know if I’m ready for that now, but hopefully I’ll have more skill and self-confidence to at least step out of the chorus and dance.
But when I stepped outside the seemingly bleak sky was truly stunning - low draped blue-grey clouds and a lovely, thick mist. It was so deep and beautiful. The onset of rain almost always gives me a headache (I’ve been called a weather witch more often than I can count), but it never fails sweeps me away. And it was the only thing keeping me from getting too depressed as I drove closer and closer to that drab, crumbling building where I work for a now drab, crumbling paper (damn them for destroying it.) Tom Waits singing “Nighthawks at the Diner” also helped me smile. In Virginia, Used Songs was my rainy day music. There was a little diner in Front Royal I used to go to when I wanted to be alone. The coffee wasn’t spectacular (the standard by which I measure all food establishments), but it was a quiet little diner/ice cream joint with memorabilia from its heyday in the 40s and 50s. Nice atmosphere. Often, it was raining when I went there and Waits often accompanied me. As I parked, I couldn’t help but wishing I could have spent the morning at a retro, aluminum table, drinking coffee with a notebook in front of me, looking up only to gaze thoughtfully out the window or to tell the waitress I wanted a refill.
I’m still waiting to see all the pictures from Friday’s bellydance show. It was so much fun, and I'm so glad I didn't talk myself out of doing it! Much like Chelsea, I have been a wallflower for most of my life and this is a huge step for me. I’m working my way up to leading. I don’t know if I’m ready for that now, but hopefully I’ll have more skill and self-confidence to at least step out of the chorus and dance.