Today, I'm enjoying watching the Womyn's Music Memory Festival developing over at Elisem's. It's not that I was ever big into womyn's music under that label, but that the music has a lot of overlap with the folkie stuff I love. A lot of the same people perform at both sorts of festivals, so that a lot of music identified as "womyn's" has both the sound I love and a message I agree with. Besides, maybe thinking about good music will help me ignore the toilet in the men's room across the hall that's been flushing every thirty freaking seconds.
Today I got another birthday card, written on which was something like, "Have a fabulous year, and carry the celebration through the entire month of March". I'm beginning to think that's a good idea, especially since last week wasn't especially birthday-ish. I finally got my parents' present yesterday - that "finally" is intended to express irritation not with them but with the Postal Orifice. the present was first delivered Friday, but since it was insured, the mail carrier couldn't leave it. I signed the slip, taped it to the door (with heavy tape because of the weather and left it there. Did the mail carrier drop off the present Saturday? No. Monday? Still no. I finally had to leave work early to go to the office and pick it up. So much for "neither rain not snow nor dark of night..."
Still, though Wednesday last week when we took off and buried the cat was sad, Saturday was cold and wet and miserable, and Sunday was cold and windy enough to still not be terribly pleasant, those days felt like life - like real life, as opposed to days at work, which even on good days just feel like marking time. I keep thinking that if I could just find that Proper Job, that thing I ought to be spending my life on, that work would be real too - "only when love and need are one and the work is play for mortal stakes / Is the deed ever really done for Heaven and the future's sakes". I wonder if Frost felt as real when he was farming as when he was writing?
Posted by dichroic at March 14, 2006 04:13 PMI had a job like that once -- one where I would gladly work extra hours to make the who thing go. To my great disgust, some of those in charge were not nearly as dedicated.
Posted by: l'empress at March 15, 2006 06:54 AM