Flooding in Ellicott City, more rain on the way today, tomorrow, the next day. Water in the basement, I’m glad I’m not the owner. Not Our Cat is acting really off, skittish, retiring, not eating much, not drinking. We’ve got some theories. Wish we were the owner. Got some work done on my Saturn yesterday. It seemed the only way to exert my power over anything – a million booking feelers bouncing around, latching, unlatching, confirming, canceling.
A Chris Whitley tune in the background that I’ve never heard before. A Broke Boland shirt across my chest. The cat watches from the top of the stairs and I’m drinking coffee that turned out bitter and burnt this morning, and I don’t THINK I did anything different – so maybe it’s just me.
A week and a half ago I ousted a member of the open mic “community” who’d been kind of threatening to it. Someone who I’d had to talk to multiple times about how he was treating those around him, someone who I SHOULD’VE talked to more frequently. And so ousted. I didn’t take great pleasure in doing it, as a matter of fact the whole confrontation left me shaking and rattled – and I feared that he was going to get up the gumption to come back and make me do all over again THIS week. Nope. I relaxed…
Which is good cause I needed just every auspice of calm Monday night that I could garner. A night that looked to be sparse and run short ended up crowded and ran long. My feature is a force of positivity, light even – unfortunately there was a wailing and gnashing of teeth right before her last song – and it turned out that one of her kids had slammed his finger in the bathroom door. Blood and tears and much absolutely-appropriate distress – but keeping the night running while gathering ice water and rags, first aid equipment, sending someone to get MORE of this and running back to swap acts and finding the grandparents and realizing the guitar is too loud and three new people just popped in to sign up…
It was a chaotic night.
