I had to pull out my weighted blanket, last night. It didn’t help immediately, as in the past. I was burning like Daenerys Stormborn when I first attempted sleep. Whenever I feel overheated or short-winded, my body wants to move as if the activity will validate my discomfort. I played Amelia Bedelia’s favorite game of hiding and stalking. I suspect it amuses me as much as it does her.
I discovered she has rules for the game. They’re simple: The cat always wins. I lay in wait for what seemed like minutes, trying not to giggle. Then I pounced and startled the shit out of poor Amelia Bedelia. She let loose a long, loud meow of disdain after landing from her gravity-defying leap of panic. Then she smacked me in the face with her little paw. (I imagine she was informing me I broke the rules, and she didn’t want to play with me anymore.)
I melted into a puddle of boneless belly-laughter while feeling mildly guilty for upsetting my sweet baby girl. Then I silently scolded myself while replaying the hilarity of her reaction in my mind, (giggling all over again.) Finally, I stifled my laughter and attended Her Majesty in her soundproof Fortress of Solitude. She glared at me, daring me to reach in and try to pet her. So I knelt before her and softly sang to Her Grace until she forgave me.
I created two new fairy lights recently. I’m pleased it didn’t involve bleeding, for once, but the glue gun managed to exact an equally painful toll as quilting. I used cardboard from a shipping box on the first version and a thin sheet of wood, the second, along with transparent film canisters as diffusers. It produces a lovely, moving rainbow glow and reflects beautifully on the chrome stand of my drum kit. It’s no wonder I can’t help smiling while I play. (My band has accepted this after repeatedly suggesting it makes me look like a doof.)
I placed the other above my Mac workstation. It amazes me how fairy lights set the tone of a room. I copied Ray Bradbury by surrounding myself with things I love when I pursue creative projects. His desk was far more cluttered than I prefer, but my addiction to synthesizers promises I’ll catch up before long. (My intention of only collecting software synthesizers didn’t survive my first catalog from Sweetwater Music.)
Teenage Engineering just released their latest portable synth, shattering my resolve. I haven’t ordered it yet, but I know it’s only a matter of time. There are always people with more money than patience and a willingness to master new tools. I call it the Dork Discount. It’s surprisingly reliable where pretty synthesizers are concerned. Yay. My former days of refusing to RTFM are history where synthesizers are concerned. Instead, I read everything I can find about them. Then I head over to YouTube to watch tutorials. I’m such a noob. 😂
I stepped up the pace in my Game of Thrones viewing. The season 6 finale was so fabulous I’ve watched it three times, so far. The music score for the episode is my favorite part. It’s just so perfect it made me tear up. I haven’t begun season 7 yet; I need to allow for some processing time. So much happened, none of which I predicted from reading the novels. Lady Mormont is my new favorite character. No spoilers. 🙃 I can’t wait to watch it again. I’m off to beat my drums with sticks. 💜