I am frustrated.
Frustrated that while driving the 1.5 miles and back to drop my mom at the T, no less than 6 people honked at me to move while I was waiting for oncoming cars (which they couldn't see) to pass - it's as if everyone is taking out the Pats loss last night on everyone else. Great way to start my Monday morning.
Frustrated that I have to save money, and in doing so, pass up a great deal on some software, and that some people don't understand that "I don't have the money" means I really don't and that I won't be able to come up with it somewhere.
Frustrated in the way that Chip justifies taking my brother places. I do not begrudge my brother trips, I simply can't stand how Chip claims that taking me to Montreal to buy furniture for my first apartment was the same as taking him to Italy, and that we're really going to Paris through Iceland "for Jim" to scope out the scene, and then says I should go after my own godmother (who, by the way, was actually godmother AT my baptism, not self-proclaimed 17 years later) and get her to take me places. I love him dearly, but he just doesn't get it.
Frustrated that I had to turn down an actual paid gig to record a concert because of my MFA job. When is the next time I'll be offered money to record in Boston??
Frustrated that I have so many things I plan to do, but somehow end up stuck on the internet lately.
Frustrated that I am stuck in Suburbia, in my mother's house, in what feels like a deja vu of old habits from growing up, that I had managed to shed while living on my own, but creep back into me by osmosis from the walls, floor, furniture, and fixtures of my childhood.
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I went to a lovely party on Saturday night, met some lovely people, and played some lovely music. My friend Laura H let me play her flute in duets with two clarinetists. The first time I've played music with someone else since September. There were crepes, coins, flips, trills, laughs, cider, and memories of how wonderful it was to live on my own.
Frustrated that I have to save money, and in doing so, pass up a great deal on some software, and that some people don't understand that "I don't have the money" means I really don't and that I won't be able to come up with it somewhere.
Frustrated in the way that Chip justifies taking my brother places. I do not begrudge my brother trips, I simply can't stand how Chip claims that taking me to Montreal to buy furniture for my first apartment was the same as taking him to Italy, and that we're really going to Paris through Iceland "for Jim" to scope out the scene, and then says I should go after my own godmother (who, by the way, was actually godmother AT my baptism, not self-proclaimed 17 years later) and get her to take me places. I love him dearly, but he just doesn't get it.
Frustrated that I had to turn down an actual paid gig to record a concert because of my MFA job. When is the next time I'll be offered money to record in Boston??
Frustrated that I have so many things I plan to do, but somehow end up stuck on the internet lately.
Frustrated that I am stuck in Suburbia, in my mother's house, in what feels like a deja vu of old habits from growing up, that I had managed to shed while living on my own, but creep back into me by osmosis from the walls, floor, furniture, and fixtures of my childhood.
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I went to a lovely party on Saturday night, met some lovely people, and played some lovely music. My friend Laura H let me play her flute in duets with two clarinetists. The first time I've played music with someone else since September. There were crepes, coins, flips, trills, laughs, cider, and memories of how wonderful it was to live on my own.