(Reads previous post and cringes.) I’ve tried to hang on to my rage, but it fled about ten minutes after I published my rant. I can’t stay angry for shit. It takes too much energy for something that accomplishes nothing. I worked on my quilt a bit earlier. I’m hand quilting for the first time (though I wish I picked a smaller quilt.) I understand why thimbles exist, now. I discovered this after sewing through the top few layers of skin on my finger, (and wondered why my quilt was stuck to me.) Still, no blood lost, though. I’m using Wonder Woman flannel for the back, and black and white striped fabric for the binding.
I think drumming is improving my motor skills. I don’t bother with the tools built in my module to test my timing anymore. I get 100% every time now (which kinda ruined the fun.) I think it’s intended for noobs who are learning drums as their first instrument. Or people who don’t practice very often, perhaps. I keep talking myself out of building my own drum module (and programming it not to suck.) My brain won’t leave it there, however. If I do that, I’ll want to sell it to others, which means I’d have to make it talk to Yamaha, Roland, Alesis, etc. And that means coding for the proprietary hardware of competing companies. (The horror!) There, I just talked myself out of it again.
I watched Tina Fey’s Weekend Update segment. I love her. Oddly, it didn’t make me want cake. (Probably because it got massacred hilariously.) I lived in Boston while earning my Ph.D. Watching 20k people show up to march today made me miss it. It was incredible, and many pointed out they far outnumbered 45’s inaugural farce. I hope they know their actions today healed some of the hurt, so many of us carry in silence. I hope they know it made me so proud of them. They are my America. Sassy, bold, peaceful, and not having IT. It led me to say something I haven’t in a while; I love my country.
I spent much of the day doing chores and hanging out with M’s mom. She braided my hair, (and it’s not tearful tight, yay.) I finished Far From the Madding Crowd and began the last of the Thomas Hardy novels I downloaded. Tess of the d’Ubervilles. I’m going to read books by women authors for a while after this. I need a break from the (Victorian era) misogyny. I might give Ann Rice another shot since she’s mentioned in one of Stevie Nicks’ songs. (Fan logic. 😂) Five days and a wake up until Stevie Nicks performs in St. Paul. 😊
I learned some things when I watched her concert DVDs. Turns out, they don’t do all the new songs on their latest album. It surprised me, and I’m disappointed. (Not terribly, though, as I’d still love to see her perform any song.) The last concert I recall attending was DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince with JJ Fad opening. (Supersonic 😂) It was an outdoor concert, and when he began, Parents Just Don’t Understand, the crowd surged forward, and all of us up front got pushed under the stage for a bit, (at which point they stopped the show to let us out.) It was 102° F, and his hip hop dancers were drenched in sweat and looked like they were on the verge of heat stroke. They ended the show early to prevent that. It was still cool seeing Will Smith, though. I’m off to read.