I emailed my upstairs neighbor to ask him if he could turn down his amp when he’s practicing guitar. He’s been playing after the 9:00pm quiet hour time and while I can usually let some rule breaking slide, it was really pretty loud forcing me to turn up my TV or put in earplugs to sleep some nights. I am not a night owl while he, being the musician type that he is, is. I wake up at 6am. I generally am in bed before 11. I’m a real party animal at the ripe age of 34. Woo! Let me tell ya! Anyhow, I was all nervous to craft the email just so making sure I didn’t sound bitchy. Gawd, I think I need to reread “Anxious To Please” because seriously, he was playing awfully loud. I had every right to put in that request. Thankfully he was kind about it if not succinct in his answer (“sure”). And quite possibly, I am actually 84 years old in this 34 year old body.
Get off my lawn, kids!
I’m diligently sorting through the muck in my mind. Time helps. And solitude. And knitting. (Seriously, it calms me.) And the fact that come Thursday at 1pm, I will be off from work until Jan. 3rd. Oh blissfulness! I can make it. I can make it.
If this isn’t enough Sizzle for you today, why not check out my friend and fellow Seattlelite’s blog, Kaply, Inc. where I am guest posting as part of her Twelve Guests of Christmas.
And yes, I feel special.
“Love I get so lost, sometimes/days pass and this emptiness fills my heart/when I want to run away/I drive off in my car/but whichever way I go/I come back to the place you are/all my instincts, they return/and the grand facade, so soon will burn/without a noise, without my pride/I reach out from the inside. . .” -In Your Eyes, Peter Gabriel (though I am listening to Sara Bareilles’ cover of it)