I Resurface after a Million Years

It’s been, like, a million years since I did much creative writing. In the meantime I’ve been working on a couple new songs (one of which is good), celebrating an excessive amount of snow days and two-hour delays, and tweaking my amazingly okay electric guitar and even less expensive (and much less okay) amp/digital effects rig.

I remember one time seeing on TV somewhere a band that played only toy instruments. I think we were at a beach house with some friends, which is totally irrelevant to my story, and I thought the band sounded great–and on toy instruments, at that. While I am proud to say my band was on TV just last weekend (a link is on the band website), I am entirely confident that my own skills are not nearly well-enough developed to elevate mediocre or worse instruments to a satisfactorily high auditory playing field; I rely on good stuff to make me sound good.

I think I’ve heard before that if you’re not busy making money, you’re busy spending it. I’d say I’ve made it through my days off without too much of that happening, but I say that only to half-pat myself on the back since my financial advisory committee, of which I am a mere half, had to work ample hours not approving boisterous amounts of stuff-based investment.

Other things are coming together nicely in anticipation of our end-of-February new baby: FMLA is queued, my student teacher has a good head on her shoulders and hopefully still will be around to take care of my first week off, our insurance and tax refund together just might reimburse all of our midwife expenses, and while M is not totally satisfied, I think we have some great names picked out.

And our freezer is still full. We’ve been trying to empty it somewhat to fit in ready made meals for postpartum ease, so we’ve been eating lots of the corn and green beans and fruit that we worked so hard last summer to hoard. I was able to squeak in the six pre-baked pies I assembled last week, two of which we promptly ate in just three days. Then I gave one to the neighbor who pushed snow off our driveway, and for the remaining three (a rhubarb-peach and two apple) I have plans that also don’t involve waiting for the baby.

And now, today, there appears to be a full day of school ahead. I forget what that’s like; I confess a bit of excitement about the novel idea of normalcy.