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Oct. 1st, 2007 09:14 pmA quarter of the bed of my truck is full of stuff that's going to work to be scrapped. I had a lingering sense of loss as I stripped chassis for parts and boxed up the cruft on the living room table. I got to the last song on Jill Sobule's Bitter, Super Eight, and changed to Sara McLachlan's Surfacing. From nostalgia for a lost past to hesitant hope for the future. That's better.
Then
wooisme got home and we had a little talk about her plans for school. Just chatting with her for a short span before putting dinner in and going back to work raised my mood significantly. We listed to Sara as we talked about her school schedule and saving money and that combined with the shedding of old electronic weight makes me feel light and hopeful.
I walked the few things I'm keeping down to the basement accompanied by the Crash Test Dummies' God Shuffled His Feet, which is a very under appreciated album. I really think that the Dummies are much like Blind Melon in that only one of their songs seems to be very well known and even though the rest of their work is really surprisingly good, it's very different from what they're known for and it turns people off.
And now, I'm writing this entry while Nora Jones' Come Away With Me keeps Andrea and I company. Once I finish, I'm going to read to her from The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden, whose musical prose is right up there with the rest of what I've been listening to tonight.
Things, for the most part, are going very well. I'm relaxed tonight. It's a pleasant change. I need to try getting things done as an antidote to worrying about having too much to do more often.
*Must* remember to drop off that rent check on the way to work though. Yes, I forgot about it again.
Then
I walked the few things I'm keeping down to the basement accompanied by the Crash Test Dummies' God Shuffled His Feet, which is a very under appreciated album. I really think that the Dummies are much like Blind Melon in that only one of their songs seems to be very well known and even though the rest of their work is really surprisingly good, it's very different from what they're known for and it turns people off.
And now, I'm writing this entry while Nora Jones' Come Away With Me keeps Andrea and I company. Once I finish, I'm going to read to her from The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden, whose musical prose is right up there with the rest of what I've been listening to tonight.
Things, for the most part, are going very well. I'm relaxed tonight. It's a pleasant change. I need to try getting things done as an antidote to worrying about having too much to do more often.
*Must* remember to drop off that rent check on the way to work though. Yes, I forgot about it again.