Saturday, July 08, 2006
Curmudgeon
First things first, apology to the kids that I so grumpily insulted in my last blog. Last night's hiphop class was a complete blast! These kids tried so hard and worked their butts off and by the end not only were they lookin' like little funksters, they attacked me with hugs! Everytime they saw me today they hugged me or put flowers in my hair or asked me eat lunch with them. Adorable. I was obviously just being a grumpy old man. It even calmed my nervousness at my growing maternal instincts kicking in because - you know what? - I will make a GREAT mother. I had just better get to work on that whole sex part.
Second things second, driving home tonight from another Windflower gig which made me some more money, I beheld the prettiest sunset yet this summer. The sky was so orange it looked like a movie set. I smiled and laid my head back and drove on down the island roads, encased with the spectacle in front of me. Glorious.
Life is good, if not slightly surreal sometimes. I am now sleeping in this tiny little cabin room with these two younger teen Haven of Hope staffers who listen to worship music as they fall asleep. With the camp this week being a Russian Orthadox Church camp, there have been these guys my age - the priests - walking around in the blazing sun with their long, black robes and crucifixes. Wierder yet, I have had these priests in their robes come up to me and declare that the hiphop class was 'TOTALLY AWESOME'. I have performed to crowds of people who don't watch or clap or even acknowledge that the music is occurring and then I walk away with a pay cheque. Sometimes I almost feel guilty because I am not convinced that they saw us playing at all. What is also surreal is that after it all, I am single again, back out there on my own. Or that last night, needing something to inspire me, I ended up going back and reading my blogs from last year at this time. It ended up being my own words from a Krista Back Then to help lift the Krista Right Now up off the floor. I laughed especially hard at the blog post about being stuck in the Bay. I also noted with much sobriety how much time I spent in my relationship with Jo doubting it, feeling trapped by it, not appreciating it. Oh yes, life is good and surreal and I have painted every square inch of its canvas with this current reality - whether or not I think I have.
Some other random things I am grateful for right now: my tan, not having to sleep tonight in a bed with bedbugs, the consistently warm weather, the friends that have come to Pender and the fact that I get to hang out with them tomorrow, my awesome half-loofah-half-soap thing I got from Marty for my birthday, wireless internet, that in my fantasies I can get back together with anybody I want to (so there.), the ability to download boxsets on Limewire, a job that allows me to sleep in, a chance to see Alex and Emma and Sean, grape slushies from the gas station, featherbeds so thick and squishy that you almost drown in the middle of them, watermelon and, of course, music.
Oh, and the invention of the Blog.
Wouldn't want to forget that one:)
Second things second, driving home tonight from another Windflower gig which made me some more money, I beheld the prettiest sunset yet this summer. The sky was so orange it looked like a movie set. I smiled and laid my head back and drove on down the island roads, encased with the spectacle in front of me. Glorious.
Life is good, if not slightly surreal sometimes. I am now sleeping in this tiny little cabin room with these two younger teen Haven of Hope staffers who listen to worship music as they fall asleep. With the camp this week being a Russian Orthadox Church camp, there have been these guys my age - the priests - walking around in the blazing sun with their long, black robes and crucifixes. Wierder yet, I have had these priests in their robes come up to me and declare that the hiphop class was 'TOTALLY AWESOME'. I have performed to crowds of people who don't watch or clap or even acknowledge that the music is occurring and then I walk away with a pay cheque. Sometimes I almost feel guilty because I am not convinced that they saw us playing at all. What is also surreal is that after it all, I am single again, back out there on my own. Or that last night, needing something to inspire me, I ended up going back and reading my blogs from last year at this time. It ended up being my own words from a Krista Back Then to help lift the Krista Right Now up off the floor. I laughed especially hard at the blog post about being stuck in the Bay. I also noted with much sobriety how much time I spent in my relationship with Jo doubting it, feeling trapped by it, not appreciating it. Oh yes, life is good and surreal and I have painted every square inch of its canvas with this current reality - whether or not I think I have.
Some other random things I am grateful for right now: my tan, not having to sleep tonight in a bed with bedbugs, the consistently warm weather, the friends that have come to Pender and the fact that I get to hang out with them tomorrow, my awesome half-loofah-half-soap thing I got from Marty for my birthday, wireless internet, that in my fantasies I can get back together with anybody I want to (so there.), the ability to download boxsets on Limewire, a job that allows me to sleep in, a chance to see Alex and Emma and Sean, grape slushies from the gas station, featherbeds so thick and squishy that you almost drown in the middle of them, watermelon and, of course, music.
Oh, and the invention of the Blog.
Wouldn't want to forget that one:)
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