Settling into Fall
Saturday, 14. November 2009, 04:31:20
Hello Earthlings,
Tonight as I gaze down at Jackson Ave., I am relaxed. Relaxed for the first time in a couple of weeks.
A break up, a friend sent to rehab, and a hastily planned move. A weeks work done, a to-do list completely highlighted, and a cold Shiner Bock in hand. Haven't seen these in a while, so I grabbed a box full. Reminds me of my second home out on the range...
The new home is coming together nicely. I commandeered two very old gas space heaters from my mother at the old homestead and stopped by Home Depot to acquire the proper fittings to retro fit my palatial apartment. The ceramic elements are currently glowing in the darkness of living room #1 as the gentle, perfect heat drifts upwards into the arms of 12 ft ceilings and wraps down the walls to rest on my shoulders.
Living room #2 is even larger and houses everything musical and my office with echoes to spare. Ten foot double hung windows slide open as I walk out to the 400 sq. ft. wrap around balcony overlooking Jackson Ave. and Camp St. Four blocks to St. Charles. One block to Magazine. A ladder reaches from the my 2nd story balcony even higher to a third floor loft that is unrented and will stay that way so the landlord says. The tiny balcony on this level is easily 100 feet up and offers views of the entire skyline, the Mississippi River, and farther. And it's all mine.
The bedroom is smaller than the rest of the rooms, but also has access to the balcony. The second space heater resides there and is currently baking everything in the room. Gotta go turn it down. There. This brown, steel, behemoth burned my hands as a child and taught me to be cautious of things that radiate heat. The toasty, slightly gassy smelling air has me feeling nostalgic.
I am learning to embrace boredom. It has not been easy. Up until recently, I would already be out partying with whoever would let me at this time of night. But, I'd like to think I've changed a bit in the last few months. I still need to record three new songs I've written. Doing that soon. I'm gonna curl up with a good book now and bask in the warmth of contentment, so, until next time, goodnight.
Tonight as I gaze down at Jackson Ave., I am relaxed. Relaxed for the first time in a couple of weeks.
A break up, a friend sent to rehab, and a hastily planned move. A weeks work done, a to-do list completely highlighted, and a cold Shiner Bock in hand. Haven't seen these in a while, so I grabbed a box full. Reminds me of my second home out on the range...
The new home is coming together nicely. I commandeered two very old gas space heaters from my mother at the old homestead and stopped by Home Depot to acquire the proper fittings to retro fit my palatial apartment. The ceramic elements are currently glowing in the darkness of living room #1 as the gentle, perfect heat drifts upwards into the arms of 12 ft ceilings and wraps down the walls to rest on my shoulders.
Living room #2 is even larger and houses everything musical and my office with echoes to spare. Ten foot double hung windows slide open as I walk out to the 400 sq. ft. wrap around balcony overlooking Jackson Ave. and Camp St. Four blocks to St. Charles. One block to Magazine. A ladder reaches from the my 2nd story balcony even higher to a third floor loft that is unrented and will stay that way so the landlord says. The tiny balcony on this level is easily 100 feet up and offers views of the entire skyline, the Mississippi River, and farther. And it's all mine.
The bedroom is smaller than the rest of the rooms, but also has access to the balcony. The second space heater resides there and is currently baking everything in the room. Gotta go turn it down. There. This brown, steel, behemoth burned my hands as a child and taught me to be cautious of things that radiate heat. The toasty, slightly gassy smelling air has me feeling nostalgic.
I am learning to embrace boredom. It has not been easy. Up until recently, I would already be out partying with whoever would let me at this time of night. But, I'd like to think I've changed a bit in the last few months. I still need to record three new songs I've written. Doing that soon. I'm gonna curl up with a good book now and bask in the warmth of contentment, so, until next time, goodnight.
WIDGETIZE