Miz K just informs me that Jolie Holland's at Knickerbockers Thursday night. "Poor Girl Blues" is one of my theme songs ... so grateful to Jeff @ O'Rourke's for turning me on to her. Can I afford a $12 cover? Yes, I think I can. Can you???
My weekend in tacticle experiences, using the letter "S":
Solitary: Another weekend in voluntary self-confinement thanks to the snow. It was lovely, quiet -- though I did hate missing book group, even though I hadn't read the book.
BliSS: The best part of solitary was an hourlong bubble bath. I have the world's best bubblebath tub: Deep and cast iron, so it holds the heat forever and covers me completely, or nearly -- nothing showing but nipples and knees.
Snow: Big, light, fluffy flakes this morning, pouring down like a constant stream of confetti. Drier than the last storm, so easy to push to the perimeter. Yesterday's lighter flakes perfect for walking through the 'hood. Everything looks cleaner, sounds quieter, under a think blanket of snow.
Soup: In the end, it was gelatinous blob that couldn't really be called soup. Good practice, though. The flavors melded nicely; the rice and lentils just kept sopping up the liquid without getting close to al dente. I have some ideas for adaptation; need to run them by William and Miz K. Not a failure, but a lesson!
Sonata: Alarmingly wide awake in the middle of the night, I took another of those pills to get back to sleep. And had another hallucinogenic experience. It seems to be a combination of sleep aid with late-night laptop use. Such pretty, pulsating colors, and a feeling of being on a very slow, child-size roller coaster. I'm aware enough not to be scared by it; though should I be scared that I find it somewhat entertaining? (This may not seem to count as tactile, but I'm telling you the 3-D colors leaping out of my laptop *seemed* as if I could not only touch them, but walk right through them. Like a wall of PowerGel.)
Sera Cahoone: Surely a voice so sweet it hurts your heart can also count as a tactile experience?
Sensation: Well ... not everything ought to be blogged about ... but in the end the weekend wasn't entirely solitary after all ...
Leave for Nigeria a week from today. It'll be rewarding, I know, but also hectic. Grateful for this quiet and introspective weekend. But think we should all plan an outing for next weekend!