I was dreaming about a new apartment. It was amazing. Sprawling. It has an oubliette of all things, but the rest of it was standard post-modernist sprawl. Too acoustically Live perhaps, and the smooth concrete floors would spell doom for any phones dropped on it just as surely as it spelled doom for the cat’s fuzzy-footed acceleration. The shower was small but the windows were huge and it butted up against a community performance space. I don’t know how we’d stumbled into it, but we hadn’t been given the option of exploring it much before we’d been forced to move into it, and yet as we wandered from room to room to room it was clearly just about the best thing that could have ever happened to us.
Unfortunately, our full exploration of the place was curtailed by the fact that we needed to buckle down and prep for some sort of showcase, and Kristen and Heather and I really were just trying to focus and settle down in ONE corner of this beautiful apartment and get a couple of songs learned. Kristen was trying to make something in the kitchen (the only failing point of the kitchen was that the stove was surprisingly small with only three electric burners) and Heather kept getting lost and I kept getting distracted, and then suddenly we had excited house guests rolling up in a large Cadillac convertible welcoming us to the neighbourhood.
Why it was Chuck the Madd Ox, Marc Evans, Ara Casey, Charlie Pilzer and that woman whose name I’m not remembering who’s a folk artist that sort of looks like Heather who was on the Voice? You know… her… all rolling up in this Caddy with the top down and knocking at our front door….
That was gonna make for cool neighbours.
Sigh. Then I woke up.
I woke up into this Life where I sort of feel like a video game character who’s been so worn down that you can’t accomplish much and it’d be smarter to just jump off a ledge and restart with your next Life but… you know… you’re just not sure if you’ve earned that next Life…
Heh. I don’t know WHAT I’ve earned. Most of these photos… actually I think ALL of these photos are from the Fall Celebration (I know that Peter and Kristin have a different name for it) at the Refuge in Woodstock, MD. It was perhaps about as beautiful day as you could’ve hoped for – to the point that we’d been planning to wear our onesies figuring it would be cold enough to excuse such a tap-out-easy Halloween costume, but it turned out to be FAR warmer than expected. There was a considerable amount of nudity under Heather’s onesie – and if you feel like “well, yeah, under our clothes we’re all nekkid” you don’t understand how this normally works.
Unfortunately, I struggled with a Mood most of the day. I lost. I played and Loved playing and enjoyed that part of the day, but probably wasn’t nearly as much fun as I should’ve been.
Luckily Joey was fun. Fortunately Sharif’s kids were dressed as a knight and the Flash and THEY were fun. Heather was fun. Everyone was fun. I’d have enjoyed hiding from the world.
