No. I didn't. I'm just lonely for my instrument.
I have a basement full of laundry.
A storage room full of outgrown clothes and other who knows what...
Stacks of ironing. and mending- (yes, I aspire to mending...)
One large, deep laundry basket full of old personal training files, client charts, papers &??...
Two rooms that need wall repairs and need to be repainted.
My boy's birthday is in two weeks.
Oh, and I'm not at all ready for Christmas...
So what have I been doing? How have I been spending my time? Just what DO I DO, when the kids are at school? Amidst all this chaos, I have been;
I love it. Playing and singing. Truly, it makes me happy. (Except when it makes me crazy mad, when I get sick of not being able to make the dang thing sound decent...)
Oh, sure, I break here and there to load the dishwasher and make meals, and wash clothes...but the last few days have been way off balance, and it's time to set the scale straight and get my life in order before the holidays SLAM me.A storage room full of outgrown clothes and other who knows what...
I can't even get to my Christmas stuff.
I have 4 D.I. piles, in different places in the basement, almost ready to be shipped.Stacks of ironing. and mending- (yes, I aspire to mending...)
One large, deep laundry basket full of old personal training files, client charts, papers &??...
Two rooms that need wall repairs and need to be repainted.
My boy's birthday is in two weeks.
Oh, and I'm not at all ready for Christmas...
So what have I been doing? How have I been spending my time? Just what DO I DO, when the kids are at school? Amidst all this chaos, I have been;
Playing my guitar.
For hours. I love it. Playing and singing. Truly, it makes me happy. (Except when it makes me crazy mad, when I get sick of not being able to make the dang thing sound decent...)
I had to get rid of it. I stashed it at my mother-in-law's house (lucky her). It was too much of a distraction. I have no discipline when it comes to gratifying my appetites for idleness and gluttony. "Just play for 15 minutes" you say? Ha! That's like saying, "Just have one cookie". The idea is reasonable, and for my own good, but before I've come to that realization I've already swallowed a half-dozen...Pathetic I know.
Once, I played for 6 hours straight. Sam was out of town on my birthday and I was lonely. I stayed up nearly all night learning a new song. (Yes, it was only one song. Like I said, I'm not GOOD at it, I just like it). I only stopped because my hand cramped in a weird, painful position and wouldn't budge for about a week. Ah, well.
Moderation is a beautiful, foreign dream to me.
(Now, I wonder where I can stash this computer for a few days?)
4 comments:
I wish I could sit on the couch and listen to you sing and play for hours. It is heavenly (no exaggeration). Aside from having everyone come, the highlight of the Thanksgiving holiday was listening to my talented family sing and play. What a gift. Thanks for sharing it with me.
November 29, 2007 7:56 AM
your post reminded me of how my fingers ached for my guitar while I was on that month long survival course in college. I had learned to play (I know...."play" is stretching it) the year before and I also played every day.
In one of Paul Simon's songs, he wrote this line: "I was playing my guitar, lying underneath the stars, just thanking the Lord for my fingers."
What the heck? Another wall needs to be fixed now? Will it ever end?
I'm with Allison, I could listen to you nonstop!
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