Have you ever completely lost track of the day/date/time? The ‘Rona’ as my friends are calling it, has everyone working in their yards, communicating with their kids, drinking with buddies via Skype (try it- it’s awesome), baking bread, binging Netflix shows like Tiger King and the third season of Ozark…. basically doing anything to fill the time in a way that is meaningful- or not. As a result, it feels like we’re all in a holding pattern. Treading water until land or a flotation device makes an appearance.
This weekend, I did lawn work until I was so filthy my dogs wouldn’t even go near me. That’s saying something since they are both outdoorsy types that love nothing better than to bring you a dead possum as a thank you gift. Before I knew it, it was time for lunch. Where did the time go? Usually I’m at work just watching the minutes until I get home. I practiced on Big Bertha (my pedal harp) and discovered that some of the stuff I could easily play even a year ago was slipping. My fingers were just plain sticky. What’s up with that? As per usual, I lost all track of time. I’d forgotten what a joy it is to actually practice, count, get frustrated over a piece of music, and play two measures until my fingers, back, and eyeballs ached. I also participated in a Skype meetup with some of my buddies. I was almost late- and I’m NEVER late. We all held up our wines/beer, etc. and toasted to friendship, our dogs, and the promise that one day- things would get back to normal.
I don’t know if I’m ready for normalcy. I don’t know if I’m ready to go back to the morning commute, watching the clock, and dreaming of my next vacation. I kinda dig Blursday, the Fortyteenth of Mayprilay.
Harp, Wine, and K9's 