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telarynLots of deep, spiritual thoughts in my head, underlying what was actually a kick-ass evening. Art Walk went *great* -- you can definitely see that we've changed seasons, and I predict between now and Christmas we're going to be back to making seriously good money.
Also, the weather was good, and if the crowd wasn't necessarily in a buying mood, at least they were complimentary.
Coffee kicked butt. *Great* time. The rest of the ABC's have started showing up, which injects a much needed dose of energy into the proceedings. We even ended up getting into a somewhat deep and involved discussion regarding gender roles throughout the ages.
That, and Kodi got to experiment with cookie dough flavored syrup for the coffee. It's actually not bad at all.
And through it all this evening, I have a growing internal voice telling me "pay attention. something seriously important is happening". Yanno, I flat out hate it when the "alert system" is referring to *me*, and not someone I'm connected to. They couldn't tell me *specifically* what I'm supposed to be paying attention to either -- oh *no*.
So I was going to come home and scribble here until I had some form to the vague sense of anticipation.
Nope -- no such luck. First I'm met with minor validation of my decision to stick things out with my folks in the form of the Saturn trunk standing wide open when I pull into our driveway at 1:30 in the morning.
Then I flick on the television to channel surf a bit, and find that TV Land is showing a rerun of SHAZAM! *Yes* -- the old live action Saturday morning show!
I was so ticked that I only caught the last five minutes of it, but there is no prayer of being able to articulate deep spiritual thoughts after being hit with such a pile of kitsch.
And maybe that's the way it's supposed to be. After all, the last great lesson was in giving up control -- maybe what I'm supposed to be paying attention to is making sure I *do* that, that I experience life instead of trying to force it.
Or I could be completely full of shit. It has, after all, been a long-ass day.
Also, the weather was good, and if the crowd wasn't necessarily in a buying mood, at least they were complimentary.
Coffee kicked butt. *Great* time. The rest of the ABC's have started showing up, which injects a much needed dose of energy into the proceedings. We even ended up getting into a somewhat deep and involved discussion regarding gender roles throughout the ages.
That, and Kodi got to experiment with cookie dough flavored syrup for the coffee. It's actually not bad at all.
And through it all this evening, I have a growing internal voice telling me "pay attention. something seriously important is happening". Yanno, I flat out hate it when the "alert system" is referring to *me*, and not someone I'm connected to. They couldn't tell me *specifically* what I'm supposed to be paying attention to either -- oh *no*.
So I was going to come home and scribble here until I had some form to the vague sense of anticipation.
Nope -- no such luck. First I'm met with minor validation of my decision to stick things out with my folks in the form of the Saturn trunk standing wide open when I pull into our driveway at 1:30 in the morning.
Then I flick on the television to channel surf a bit, and find that TV Land is showing a rerun of SHAZAM! *Yes* -- the old live action Saturday morning show!
I was so ticked that I only caught the last five minutes of it, but there is no prayer of being able to articulate deep spiritual thoughts after being hit with such a pile of kitsch.
And maybe that's the way it's supposed to be. After all, the last great lesson was in giving up control -- maybe what I'm supposed to be paying attention to is making sure I *do* that, that I experience life instead of trying to force it.
Or I could be completely full of shit. It has, after all, been a long-ass day.
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