ravencallscrows | Semi-random Friday Thoughts

My world is getting a lot smaller.
A long trip used to be home to work.
That's still how i define a long trip, but the difference is that it used to be 66 miles. Now it's 16.

I like what i'm doing at work now a lot more than what i used to. I still hate my job, though. With unemployment rates what they are, though, working is better than not working, and i make a fair bit more than most of my friends.

I'm really enjoying playing music again. This 12-string actually stays in tune, unlike the old one i used to have.
My fingers are finding this one to play a lot more like an electric- the action is that much lower than on the old Guild, and the ones on that were as much lower than they were on the old Hofner i had before that. Aircraft could have landed on the neck of that beast.
When it comes to playing, i have no really discernable style. My influences are too damn eclectic- klezmer, music from the Canadian Maritimes, and Delta-style blues. On electric, neo-classical.

Trading my American Standard Strat to a friend in exchange for getting my stuff shipped out here when i moved out to the Pacific Northwest was one of the best deals i've ever made. Never could play that well, and it's in a home where it was sure to get played. Now if only my ex-wife hadn't selectively removed things from the boxes before my friend got them picked up....

Found one of the cats sleeping in the kitchen cabinets on the clean dishes. Cat scratched my nose and drew blood when i pulled her out, then proceeded to piss all over the floor. Great. Now i have cat piss to clean up and more dishes to add to the metric fuckton of dishes i already had to wash. Fortunately, it only took fourty minutes to fold and put away the laundry which was washed- although there's still some in the dryer which isn't dry yet. I can't believe the volume of dirty dishes my household generates. Probably because i only eat once a day and try to wash my dish and glass right afterwards, although if there's a pile already i sometimes let this slide.

I hate sleeping alone. Alexander wiggles and kicks too much, so alone it'll be. Fuck. This may be the anti-weekend.