Susan's Beeswax

Quite a weekend. Been painting downstairs & not only painted, but got the ceiling joints taped & compounded. I have to admit, by the time we’re done with that room, it will look a thousand times better. I think the hardest part of putting the house up & opening it to strangers is going to be that they’re going to come in and see it as it is, and not see all the work we’ve put into it. And the hideous bathroom. I’m afraid they’ll come in & think *we* did that to the bathroom & we didn’t. I’m nearly mortified by this thought so appalled by that bathroom as I have been for the last 7 years. And, unless we do a ridiculous lot of work in the laundry room, I’m afraid they’ll think that was our handiwork as well… We had grand plans moving in & learned a lot about our limits & interests & abilities. Mostly we learned that inertia is a powerful force in dealing with stuff after a certain level of livability has been reached.

With all the work in the down”stair”, the cats have been a little disjointed. That’s usually their hangout space & it’s all torn up right now, poor babies. I tried to make it up a little by buying some new kitty toys for them. They like the feather-thingy, but seem to have found most of their solace in sleeping on our bed during the day.

I’ve had a real longing for sharing music with people lately. My latest dream is a party (housewarming?) where everyone I know brings their musical instruments (larynx counts & kazoos & wax paper over combs provided to those who arrive/exist uninstrumented) & then there’s just a constant rotation of people playing music together handing off instruments to get a drink, pausing to fix broken strings (or get fresh wax paper for their soggy comb), playing along even if they don’t know the song & in general having a big huge rampage of musical chaos. It seems somewhat unlikely but for the fact that I seem to know a ridiculous number of musicians, professional or otherwise who are all likely to be able to hold their own in something like this (or at least be willing to give it a shot). I tend to think of music as being intimately held in common by certain groups of people. Imagine a huge venn diagram with lots of peculiar interlocking shapes, each shape metadata’d with a friend’s name and their musical interests shared out accordingly. I wonder what the common thread for this diverse group would be. To the point that I’ve wondered about the necessity of creating beforehand a songbook of favorite/suggested songs with lyrics & chord progressions to make it easier in the sharing that would/could go home as a “party favor”.

And here it is, Monday already & I’m not sleepy because the hours have shifted. I’d say tomorrow & tomorrow & tomorrow… but it’s already here.