june
so now it's June, huh. I'm awake in an empty house and not quite sure to do with my day. It says here I need to do laundry and shave. And practice. Lofty goals.
I don't quite understand this fully but whenever I come back to Portland in the summer I find myself completely incapable of doing anything productive. Maybe it has to do with having my laptop in bed with me. Maybe it's the fact that hardly any of my friends are around anymore. Maybe it's that I have no job or anything and hence no scheduled commitments and so my day turns into an amorphous blob of time. Beats me.
It's okay, though, because I'm relaxed and I don't really have to be doing anything productive. I mean, it would be better if I was practicing more (and I promised myself I'd get the horn back out today) but other than that it's not a huge deal. Once I get back to Amherst, I'll have stuff to do, and once I go to Maine, I know that I won't have a spare moment for two months.
Welcome to June, I hope it treats you well.
I don't quite understand this fully but whenever I come back to Portland in the summer I find myself completely incapable of doing anything productive. Maybe it has to do with having my laptop in bed with me. Maybe it's the fact that hardly any of my friends are around anymore. Maybe it's that I have no job or anything and hence no scheduled commitments and so my day turns into an amorphous blob of time. Beats me.
It's okay, though, because I'm relaxed and I don't really have to be doing anything productive. I mean, it would be better if I was practicing more (and I promised myself I'd get the horn back out today) but other than that it's not a huge deal. Once I get back to Amherst, I'll have stuff to do, and once I go to Maine, I know that I won't have a spare moment for two months.
Welcome to June, I hope it treats you well.