What to do, oh, what to do ...
I have more work to do, but not much that I can do until this thing is done levelating. So for now ... there is some hellacious levelation going on.
Yes, I am making up all kinds of new words here.
Cause I need to feel a little less loser-ish about going to bed this early.
Sooooo tired ...
Okay, I capitulate. I have to buy a new set of pedals for my piano. Is that even what you call that?? A "set" of "pedals"? No clue.
I know precisely what the problem is. I have the soldering iron. And I now, finally, have solder. But unfortunately, the "old" solder that originally fastened the wire to the circuit is being stubborn and is keeping me from making a fresh -- or effective -- connection. So ... it looks like I'll have to give in and just order the replacement part.
I figured out how to contact the manufacturer. Their website was fairly encouraging, and this part shouldn't be hard to replace. (It's super easy to switch out.) I'm just a little worried to find out how much this will cost ...
I should know in the next few days ...
Ugh, I'm just ready to have this fixed and sounding great again.
I just tried again. And remembered.
Sigh ...
July 29. That's a great date to make some resolutions.
Here we go.
I will finally fix my piano. Fully. Today. Going to Home Depot in a little bit to buy solder. IT WILL BE DONE. (Check with me later and hold me to this.)
I will stop going into work early. (Huh?) Here's the thing. I get up at 6 a.m. every day. I do that ... so that I can go to the gym before starting my workday. But lately ... I have had to opt for skipping workout time and just starting my workday earlier. No more. (Fingers crossed that I can stick with this one.)
I will spend some more time visiting DC's museums. I did a lot of this when I first moved here. But I still have some on my list I haven't gotten around to. When I'll do this ... I have no idea ...
I will cook more! Not bake, COOK. As in, a meal. I used to cook all the time, and I love it! I just haven't in a while. Oh, but speaking of baking ... I think I'll make some cookies today. Yeah ...
I will get a pedicure. I've never done this, and I'm feeling the urge these days. I just hope I can survive without being overcome by a massive attack of the giggles. (Very, very ticklish.)
I will do a much better job of keeping in touch with my friends. Yeah, I have to get beyond my dysfunctional distaste for talking on the phone and just DO IT. (Ack ...)
I will buy a new pair of black heels. All three of my current pairs of black pumps are on their last ... er ... leg. Time to invest in a new pair.
I will go to Switzerland. This one's easy. My best friend is moving there. Why heck WOULDN'T I go??
My boss and I were walking back to our office from a client meeting late this afternoon when we saw ... couches ... in the middle of the sidewalk.
Okay, so not EXACTLY couches in the middle of the sidewalk. But a very sleek couch-like seating area was definitely extending away from the building and taking up about three-fourths of the sidewalk.
We were perplexed.
Anyway, we stopped out of curiosity initially. Ended up having a few drinks, as another friend joined us.
I'd never seen/noticed the place before and I was SURE I would have remembered those couches, so I assumed the place was relatively new. Maybe? Nah, been around for a little while at least. Oh, my bad. Just Googled it. It's the best club in DC apparently. Heh. Whoops.
Very trendy. Very expensive. Very nice to lounge on the couches outside, while gazing at Farragut Square. Oh, and hey -- there was a flat screen TV in the window that you could watch from outside. But, nheh. Toooooo expensive and swanky for my taste, especially as tired as I was.
Speaking of tired ... to bed I go. 9:00. Yeah. The past few days have been tortuously long.
... I saw a man reading a book. Then he stopped, turned down a page, closed the book, pulled out a ziplock bag, placed the book in the bag, closed the bag, and put it away in his tote. Yeah ...
Lately, I've been from suffering a severe case of midnight munchies. I wake up in the middle of the night, desperate for something to munch on. Generally, I crave something salty or cheesy (or both ... heyyyy). But last night, my midnight madness hit an all time high of randomness: I downed an entire bowl of ... get this ... raisin bran. And then. Went right back to bed. Weird.
In other random news, I'm sitting here watching Young Guns II. Andrea, I thought of you.
... than Auburn football.
A friend at work sent me a link to this video this morning. Seriously, my heart ached and my eyes watered with tears -- I LOVE THIS TEAM SO MUCH!!! And I miss 'em. Chances are, I don't get to go to a game this year. (Boo.) But still, this video was a great way to start the day! (Thanks, Hartt!)
I had a supremely productive weekend, knocking out some heavy-duty cleaning, a couple small projects, a pilates session, even baked a batch of muffins. But I sat down this evening to play the piano; I hadn't played in a while and I'd decided to let it be my "reward" for finishing laundry. I played a few tunes, warming up. And then, to my severe chagrin, I discovered ... I'd forgotten how to play MY song.
This is quite a blow, considering it was the first song of any significance I'd ever written. It was born out of a tremendous life experience and is wrapped in so many memories. And there I sat. My mind could clearly picture the melody and intricacies of the piece, but my fingers were completely blank.
My more recent compositions, I could remember and play perfectly fine. But this one -- THE one -- had slipped away.
So I sat there. Exasperated with myself and devastated. I'd never written it down; it had always lived in my mind. I slowly began to wade through the melody, using my memory and ear to feel out the notes. I made a little progress, but finally had to just walk away, shake it off. I'll try again later.
