rain... and self inflicted misery
ok that's all I'll say about the fact that I kinda fucked up by not getting my drivers license renewed...while still making the rental car reservation...and being turned away (by the nicest enterprise dude).
So it's raining..and I didn't even really know what I was going to do with the car..I kinda had this farmer event in the valley in mind.. but kinda think I'd be too shy to just go alone.... maybe tomorrow if my mom wants to go... and I also feel like I have too much to do in my apartment... but I looked forward to having wheels if even to take a few boxes of books to a store to sell.
Oh well.. I do it to myself...and it fucking hurts.
So instead my mom and I went to the market, and I just put on some ron sexsmith (his first more upbeat album) and I'm going to do some dishes.. and try to bake a pie and make some fiddle head chowder and just continue on with the good work I have been slowly doing on making piles of stuff that , on some magic day, in some magic way.. will bid me farewell... books, clothes, a 13 " TV, various things that are nothing more than things I don't look at, touch or otherwise engage ..so Bye Bye.
I went to see Leonard Cohen on Thursday evening..... which probably deserves it's own entry.. but it's kind of impossible to make up any collection of words to suitably describe the experience. I've heard a lot of people reporting it felt alot like what church is touted as feeling like. I will agree with that. A spiritual experience for sure.. the combination of his words and the music made by his voice and the voices of the women and the musicians and the beautifully acoustically sacred room that is the Cohn Arts Centre. A one in a lifetime experience to reflect on at any given moment in life.. like when people pray for strength and hope and faith.
So it's raining..and I didn't even really know what I was going to do with the car..I kinda had this farmer event in the valley in mind.. but kinda think I'd be too shy to just go alone.... maybe tomorrow if my mom wants to go... and I also feel like I have too much to do in my apartment... but I looked forward to having wheels if even to take a few boxes of books to a store to sell.
Oh well.. I do it to myself...and it fucking hurts.
So instead my mom and I went to the market, and I just put on some ron sexsmith (his first more upbeat album) and I'm going to do some dishes.. and try to bake a pie and make some fiddle head chowder and just continue on with the good work I have been slowly doing on making piles of stuff that , on some magic day, in some magic way.. will bid me farewell... books, clothes, a 13 " TV, various things that are nothing more than things I don't look at, touch or otherwise engage ..so Bye Bye.
I went to see Leonard Cohen on Thursday evening..... which probably deserves it's own entry.. but it's kind of impossible to make up any collection of words to suitably describe the experience. I've heard a lot of people reporting it felt alot like what church is touted as feeling like. I will agree with that. A spiritual experience for sure.. the combination of his words and the music made by his voice and the voices of the women and the musicians and the beautifully acoustically sacred room that is the Cohn Arts Centre. A one in a lifetime experience to reflect on at any given moment in life.. like when people pray for strength and hope and faith.