“For I have seen the nipple on your soul!”

why so curious?

I’m in a weird mood.  I’m having fun with it.  It’s probably vibrations of joy and contemplation from the recent Fleetwood Mac concert I attended.  It takes me a while to process everything I took in that night.  I’m also a bit stingy about sharing what I experienced.  (I’ll work on that.)  Here’s a gem:  After singing Gold Dust Woman, Stevie Nicks swirled into gold dust and faded to black.  The FX was so ingenious, I was compelled to turn and ask the nearest person, “Did you see that?!”  😆

I caught up on a few of my TV shows.  I can’t wait for season 6 of Grace and Frankie to begin (next year.)  I had a blast binge-watching it.  I started over with Westworld.  Season 3 airs soon, and I need at least one more viewing first.  The show is lush with depth and detail.  I’m learning so much about music from the soundtrack.  When I heard the instrumental cover of Nirvana’s Heart-Shaped Box by Ramin Djawadi, I gasped from being smacked by genius.  (It’s on Tidal.)

everything is connected

Now I need Amy Lee to record this song.  Just her and a magnificent grand piano of her choosing under a foggy spotlight.  And when you think it can’t get any better, enter Beyoncè singing the chorus and moving however the music takes her.  Their haunting harmonies on the next verse hold us hostage until Jay Z walks in and starts freestyling, and the beat surfaces and swells.

Freeze on a 360° image that slowly pans around, revealing all three artists in an intense moment of complete release.  Then resume at normal speed as they all meld into a beautiful, painful explosion of music so powerful it moves the world.  And finally, cut to me in the ER, and a doctor is yelling, clear!  Because my heart would explode like a heart-shaped box.  Heh.  Weird mood, indeed.  🙃

We got a fair amount of snow and some freezing rain on top.  It was knee-high on my balcony, yesterday.  Today it’s melting away, resulting in several icicles forming about a foot in front of (and above) the door.  The temptation to jump up and slap them away is more significant than I’m willing to admit this far into my forties.  Wait.  Dammit, ego!  Lay by your bowl!  I’d do it if not for the icy landing zone.  (I’m newly considerate of my hips years old.)  I’m off to band practice.  💜✌🏽

“Do you know how much mental energy I expend just trying to picture women naked?”

sloth

I’m recovering from rapid energy depletion.  My washing machine broke.  It resulted in two maintenance visits in my home on consecutive days.  The first visit included the head of maintenance, as well, whom I suspect is hard of hearing.  In any case, he speaks loudly.  He’s quite friendly and chatty.  He even tightened my door handle on his way out when he noticed it was loose.

Regardless of how cool he is, I can barely remain in my body when he’s near.  I have a fingernails-on-chalkboard-level reaction to him, against my will.  I managed to exchange polite greetings (while standing in front of the balcony door, debating about fleeing outside.)  The second visit was just the maintenance person, who replaced the faulty part and confirmed it worked in about twenty minutes.  Yay.

I had to lay down for a bit afterward.  I have a rule about no naps during the day, ever, (because it sabotages my sleep routine.)  But all the energy I was planning on using for the rest of the day was gone.  I crashed as soon as vertical and stayed there for two hours.  Then I got back up and told my pets we’re performing an official do-over.

doing laundry

It’s not a ruined day; it’s just a time-shifted day.  (The difference is whatever I make of it.)  I decided I’m going to switch things up a little.  Now that I’ve been watching TV daily, I’m reading less.  Naturally, I’ve decided I need to prioritize which shows to keep (and dump the rest) because this doesn’t work for me.  I recently purchased an HBO subscription, and have a few new shows I’ll continue watching, along with (Game of Thrones when it resumes.)

Westworld is my new favorite show, in the meantime.  The soundtrack is my favorite part.  It’s by Ramin Djwadi, who also scores Game of Thrones.  I love the theme song;  it’s a composition lesson to me.  The show is well written and performed.  Noticing the well thought out details in the script is like finding easter eggs in video games.  I’m completely enthralled.  Another show I’m keeping is called High Maintenance, (also on HBO.)  The last is Grace and Frankie on Netflix.

The wind has been calling me, telling me it’s time to read The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss, again.  Just thinking of it feels like coming home after a trying day.  I’m looking forward to spring because I plan on rearranging my living space to suit my lifestyle better.  I’ll be using a lot I learned from watching Marie Kondo on Netflix.  I love her; she’s a joy virus.  (Never thought I’d use those words together!)  I’m off to read. ✌🏽💜