10/15/01 - Back tracking. Or, is it a flash back? Last Friday night found me deep into some heavy duty housework, and surprisingly, it gave me a lot of energy. I had to get out, at least for a cup of coffee. While I was there, this is what I wrote:
Suprise! Unscheduled music. Very cool. It's kids, actually. I think I know one of them, maybe not (they all look alike?). There's an older guy on like bongo drums ... Go Kerouac. There's horns, I'm not too fond of brass. One of them speaks to me, he says they will play some quiet music too. I ask him why he thinks I need quiet. He points to my notebook ... My writing. Oh, I can write anywhere, I tell him. Are you an author, he asks. Well, let's just say I'm a writer. The youngest girl can't get her sax tuned? How does one do that? They are called Uncle Binky. Binky is the British name for infant pacifiers. I wonder if they knew that? I have spent many a night looking for "binky." Loving you could give me a heart attack ... then there was something about the CIA in there, in the song. If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone ... hmmm, one of the quiet songs I suppose. It's really pleasant here, the weather is holding out beautifully, perfect, no autumn chill tonight. Here's something interesting. Where did he come from? He's got a Brownie camera, no kidding. He's wearing a kind of fisherman's brimmed hat, yellow sweatshirt. What's in the velvet pouch? Probably a compass, don't think it's I Ching coins. Wow, he's actually got an old time light meter to go along with the Brownie ... Oh, I bet that was in the pouch. I can still remember The Brownie. You position the camera low and look down into the top. Yea, there he goes, he's taking pictures. Too cool. The bongos are fine ... Sweet. The bongoer is Latin. I'm interrupted ... Oh, another long lost friend, Faith. What a nice lady she is. I'm so glad these people come up to me and reaquaint themselves. It was business when I knew most of them. I spent my evenings amongst a sea of faces. Some stood out, were memorable. Faith was a sweetie, one of my favorite customers. No need for her to ask where I'd been or for me to tell. I'm here now ... I'm here.
When I got home there was a message on my machine. I'd missed something. Oh well, too bad, so sad. It will come up again. And I was more in the mood to observe than participate anyway. There's been some turmoil lately. It's not really anything bad. You can't get away from real life. It makes you stronger anyway. Good and bad, ups and downs, it's all part of it. Going out and observing has been very enjoyable for me. I could spend hours just watching and writing, kind of like an artist does with a sketchbook. I may never be an artist, but an observer, that I might be able to perfect. |
