Day Ten

Well, I went ahead and did it. Just got back from yoga, and I am swearing never to go to a 6:30pm class ever, ever again. Definitely the hardest class so far, and it isn't just because the room had been heating all day and was at the hottest point I've ever experienced. I think I must've not hydrated for a few hours before class, which really screwed me over. Well, it's over now.

But guess what? On my way back home, I was listening to 94.9 and realized that they were playing a song from Bob Dylan's holiday album! Then, when that song ended, I realized that it was 8:00! And it was album of the night hour on 94.9! The radio station does this cool thing where it plays an album in its entirety without any breaks at 8pm. Last time I was pleasantly surprised by Low. This time, it was Bob Dylan's holiday album! So I sat in the car for a while and listened to the whole thing. And you know what? With the exception of a few songs, Drummer Boy especially, which actually might be the best version I've ever heard... I actually felt like... and please don't take this the wrong way... that... that some of the songs were sleazy... God, that was hard to get out. I think it's the songs where there are the most angelic female vocals you could possibly hear in a Christmas song, and then Dylan's voice comes in with this deep throaty, almost harsh tone. I don't know. I just listened to the songs once. I should listen again before I say anything. All I'm saying is, that's the impression I got. Which might be completely unfounded. See how hesitant I am to commit to this word I just tried to use to describe Dylan's holiday album? Well, it made me really happy that it was this album in particular tonight. I'm not sure why it made me so happy. It wasn't because they were holiday songs. It was probably because they were Dylan's rendition of holiday songs. And I could picture the album cover. And the immediate recognition I had of Dylan's voice (which is so, so rare for me when it comes to other artists) just made me... happy.

Well, cutting back to earlier in the day, when I woke up at 3 in the morning to bake off some scones, muffins, and things, when I felt like the day was off to the best start Ever, down to the afternoon when my shift was ending, and I came home, and I realized that I had just worked a 10-hour shift, and that I had been awake for 12, and that I actually felt really really miserable---I don't remember where the sentence was going. But what I've realized today is that I've started writing blog posts in my head throughout the day again. I used to do it all the time when Xanga was the hot new thang, but I've started doing it again now that I'm actually writing in my blog. Like that paragraph about Dylan on the radio? Totally writing that in my head while I was listening to the album... another reason why I should really consider retracting my earlier "sleazy" comment... But I think it's a good thing. I used to write things in my head all the time, you know, back when I was actually writing. And then I'd write them down in my Moleskine, and translate it back onto the page, and so on and so forth. So this blogging is a start in the right direction, I think. Like those finger exercises you had to do before you started playing the piano. You know, those scales and chord progressions... I forget what they were called. Anybody?

Okay so would you like to take a peek into my morning? This is the best way to start the day: Empty cafe, Bon Iver playing softly on the speakers overhead, first mug of coffee from the first batch of coffee that the machine churns out, and the smell of scones in the air. Did I mention empty cafe? It is my absolute favorite to get to the cafe before anybody else. Another reason why I would love owning a small business. The privacy of it all is just so, so appealing.


Warm hugs and kisses from this side of California.

xoxox