Cello Practice

December 27, 2008

An exquisitely patterned dress shirt in deep red, black pants fresh pressed; a night on the town resolved.

Now I sit with my cello and bow, the strings alive shake the whole world; the stage.

My audience: stacks of bills and dirty laundry, vacant bookshelves and a lonely chair, papers, clothes, odds and ends; an empty room is my concert hall.

The cello weeps, cries out in the pain it pulls from my own heart.  My emotions are drawn out into the sound; my heartache escapes: and I am free.

© 2008

Lazy Day

December 21, 2008

I’m enjoying my vacation in the best way possible: doing nothing.  This may sound lazy, at first, but do not be confused, I am accomplishing nothing of consequence today.

The snow ensures it.  We have piles of the stuff.  It covers everything.  There is no way to leave, no place to drive, everything is canceled, stay home.

And what snow it is.  It falls constantly, smotheringly, and majestically.  Little stars drifting from the sky, twinkling and dancing in the wind.  I want to eat them up.

Though it is dark out now, the snow continues it’s work.  With no discrimination it piles up on everything.  Cars, trees, houses, bushes, steps, lamp posts, everything.  There is a soft glittering blanket dampening sound, insulating silence.  The quiet is deafening.  Peace is overwhelming.

I am in love.


December 14, 2008

Humbling Experience

December 10, 2008

This morning as I drove to work (for shame!) I saw something I will not soon forget.  I coasted up to a red light, warm and cozy in my car, listening to Yo Yo Ma playing Bach when I noticed a light on the side of the road.  It was bouncing far too much t o be a bicycle, and not moving fast enough.  Jogger.

Remarkable!  I thought, in this weather: chill and rainy.  It was snowing yesterday, all day!

She was very thin, out there in the dark, and had a sweatshirt around her hips.  There were two joggers behind her.  Again, girls.  One in one of those day-glow vests with no headlight, and then the third.

It was the third girl that shocked me.  I already felt like a lazy bum for driving when I could be on my bike (thanks for the motivation!).  But I felt like a total wimp when I saw her.

She was in shorts and a sports bra.

I’m such a wuss.

This morning, against all odds, I got out of bed on time! Well, five thirty-something.   It took an unbelievable superhuman effort, but I did it!  I biked in!

OK, I’ll be honest, it wasn’t superhuman.  The ride itself was positively mundane.  It was the idea of getting up at 5 that was so hard to get over.  I didn’t exactly get to bed on time, but I did have a humongous prime rib sub.  My friend was right.  I needed to eat a cow to get over that tired feeling.  So I did.  I set my alarm for OMG-thirty and promptly snuggled with a pillow for 7 hours.  The remarkable thing was, when the alarm went off, I felt rejuvinated!  It was spectacular!  I snoozed a bit first, my favorite vice, then suited up and raced off.  And by raced I mean coasted:

0:26’09, 6.78mi
avg 15.6mph, max 23.9mph
32ºF, Odo 2760.7mi
Cadence: Low

Work was panic on a stick.  I was lucky enough to unwind with some co-workers after it was all over.  And I chose to trade that remaining light to socialize instead of riding home.  I needed to de-stress, and I did.  Sure, the ride home was dark, sure there was a ton of traffic.  It was a trade I needed to make.

0:22’38, 6.78mi (day 13.56mi)
avg 18.0mph, max 31.6mph
32ºF, Odo 2767.5mi
Cadence: Meh!

As you can see, I pushed for this ride.  Still, I have to give my thanks to Dan, at work, who still bikes in 20+ miles each way.  He’s put down 5,000mi this year.  You’re an inspiration, Dan!