In the wee hours

I am a very circadian person. Maybe its from living with cats, or sumpin’, but I am one of those up as soon as the sky starts getting light out (and conversely, ready to drop as soon as the sun vacates the sky). When I was touring, it was the same, Even if we had a late load-out, didn’t get the trucks closed up until 3 am, there I was sitting up front with the bus driver at 6ish watching the skyline get brighter by the second while we rolled down the highway.

It’s not a bad thing. I can get more done in the wee hours (sans cats) thanks to lack of distractions. My last post yesterday is a fine example of what happens AFTER the rest of the world starts to join in. That post had a premature posting that I pulled, I worked on it a bit more, and finally pulled the trigger on it because the other step was a deletion. Distractions, interruptions, loud noises, and ‘we gotta go here’s,,,’. I hope that explains why it seems to have come to an abrupt ending; it had. I was at a backyard shindig with Sisters and friends, re-read the post like four times and just could not get anymore coherent thoughts to percolate through. And I have been trying to make it a habit of not deleting anything these days. I may not get published, but not deleted.

So, here I am, wee hours of a Sunday morning occupying the apartment of my dead mother in an assisted living complex. The silence of the place is amazing, no kittehs demanding keyboard beds, or using my jeans as a scratch post, no Doggum whining that the kittehs are ‘being mean’,,,

I miss my rug-rats,,,

A couple more days here and we will have wrapped up the final chapter in a life. This apartment is feeling very hollow currently since yesterday was getting rid of all the furniture that we aren’t keeping. No pictures on the walls, no ticking pendulum clocks, and the only noises are the ‘Fridge and central air units. I can hear a neighbor getting ready to do the church thing, but oh, the silence,,,, After yesterday, THIS! is bliss.

I guess maybe my batteries needed a recharge. I can handle people, up to a point, but after that, ‘hasta musts if you get in my ways Ima gonna hurt ya’ find solitude and regroup. Looking back, maybe that was why I was up so early while on the road. Time alone on a bus with eleven other people snoring was the best I could accomplish, the rest of the time was spent surrounded by stage hands and screaming fans, so sleepers were a tolerable compromise. I might chat with the driver, but usually he was intent on the drive and didn’t care one way or the other, so I’d sit in the shotgun seat, and let the mind do its thing. By the time the rest of the crew was up (usually after we had arrived at the next venue) I was grounded and centered and ready for the day. Often already met up with the House Boss and done some of the tour managers job for him/her (if I wasn’t the tour manager on that run). This bit me in the ass once: when I was the tour manager and we had a series of back to backs through 5 cities. lack of sleep caught up to me, but my crew were fricking angels and I really didn’t need to be there as much. When the lack caught up to me, they were ready, and had made a bed for me. They cornered me, told me that I was to sleep for 4 hours and if they saw me in that 4, they were gonna Gaff tape me to the console lid and stuff me in a corner for the rest of the day. I do miss that job, and the people I’d get to work with. (Miss my brothers, Eric, Murph, Tom and Josh. )

silence, sweet golden light filled silence,,,,,

Total

Bliss.

and now its back to work on other writings that I started yesterday that were interrupted. At least those I shut down before the interrupts completely derailed them. I likely have four more hours before the Sisters arrive and we get bizzy on the remaining wrap up. Make the most of what I get,,,,

more laters, Enjoy your Sunday.