Skating was wonderful, although I have a blister half an inch across on my calf. Then, I wrote a song. I went outside for a second and got inspired and came right back in and sang it into the mp3 recorder. Slept. Wrote another song. Got up. (Particularly pleased with this most amazing piece of multi tasking, what with the lying in bed and thinking up songs). Got dressed, and did not realize until I had left the house that not one piece of my clothing was on speaking terms with the next. Girls, I looked like I had slithered through six closets and only wore what stuck. Went to church. Witnessed the single cutest moment I’ve ever seen after a very entertaining and well received children’s pageant. I’m not going to try to describe it, but I hope there are pictures. Got a phone call from ScaryClown and went to a late lunch with him AND dragged him back here for Primer (neither he nor Keith had seen it, from which you may infer that my gorgeous, vivid, witty and perceptive son is here) and classic Warner Brothers cartoons.
Snow has been falling off and on since church got out.
I swept up straw from the manger this morning.
I had a day with my peeps… Jeff ate his late repast with gusto …. boys killing pixels in the basement. Beautiful and people-filled day, with music ringing in my ears. One of the songs I wrote is “Christmas in Vancouver” which is a very Accommodationist-wing-of-contemporary-atheism-anti-hymn, and the other is “Load On”. The latter is a very Band-ish tune meant to be played trad instrument, light percussion and at least four voices. Okay, that’s how I hear it in my head. It’s from Deadwood, when Sol goes to back Bullock’s play with that tomfool popgun his girlfriend Trixie loaned him. And, like one might reasonably expect, gets shot for his pains. The song is about Sol loaded up on laudanum before, during and after the extraction of the bullet, and the stuff he raves about while he’s wrecked. I know, isn’t that the damnedest thing to get an instant song about? I had sung my song about Al Swearengen earlier in the evening and it made me think about Deadwood, so I guess I was primed for it. I still can’t believe how fast it came on.
I have a quiet happiness inside me which corresponds to chocolate chip pecan cookies. Happy Xmas to all reasonable people, in the very broadest humanistic terms and without reference to goshes, I mean gods.
