12.08.08
Tonight
school’s over for now. After driving Siddha and Karen home, I got home at around 7:45 for dinner. By 8:25 I was holding the cello and scratching the strings to produce a horrifying version of mary had a little lamb. The sounds scared my heart into a pounding. But I pressed on.
After the practice session paired with fear that the neighbors might come knocking on my door to protest, I drew a hot bath and read in the water for awhile. I thought about seeing some friends tonight to celebrate the official end of this term, but staying put seemed more appealing tonight. I am tired.
After the bath I lit an incense stick, turned on the lamp on the desk, put on bach’s cello suites, went and made some ginger lemon tea, washed an apple, then snuggled up in the sofa beside bonnie and donna (my fish) with a blanket over me and a book in my hands. This is how nights should be spent.
I Love Restaurant Makeover
I have accepted the fact that I will never spell “restaurant” right on the first try. O well, there are worse things in life. I usually don’t spell “intelligent” right on the first try, either. This is especially bad when I am using the word to describe myself.
I love the show restaurant makeover. This show is about food, design, teamwork, dissing, humor… and I love the reactions of the owners with the transformation. It’s a great concept for a show and I think the chefs and designers they have chosen are all pretty great. They are confident and human. My favorite person on the show, however, is the contractor Igor. In his bio, he is said to have the knowledge of “all”…hahaha… but laughing aside, I think he is amazing. He makes all the seemingly impossible designs possible. He’s serious, but funny. Stubborn but helpful. Whiny but hardworking… Igor is awesome. And who doesn’t love a handy man?
sunday afternoon
Have you noticed how beautiful a sunny, windy day is? I had a cello get together event this afternoon that the teacher hosts once every two months. The music school sits deep in No.3 road, past Steveton by huge fields. No more high rises around the area. The sky is immense. We sat in a circle, each one of us holding a cello different in color, shine, age and personality. I sat facing the large windows, plucking open chords, D, D, G G, D, D, A, A, D, D, G, G, D, A, D, D…
My lids were heavy from a restless night and being tired feels similar to being drunk. The world outside the window was gold. Sun shined on dry, brown grass and with every sweep of wind, the gleam shifted its light in a harmonious way with movements of the land. Branches right outside the window nodded and shivered. And the clouds, the clouds were doing their own fire-lit, glorious things in the sky with a slower, unhurried manner… Someone was playing a quiet melody of waltz.
It was a good afternoon.
