Sitting in my car, contemplating how long until I could be bothered starting it up and driving off, I observed a woman heavily laden with shopping bags. The underground carpark at the local supermarket is quite vast and emanates a cave type atmosphere under the fluorescent lights. I watched her ping pong from car to car, with that look of irritation oh so familiar.
I guess my gaze was more intense than I’d realised, as I was met eye to eye with a squinting and slightly hostile stare back. Leaving my raised eyebrows behind, she set off again with assured purpose. Now aware of being observed, she at least wanted to look confident. I could see her arms starting to sag with the weight of household supplies, and she was moments away from having a tanty. Pulling up alongside her in my car, I tooted and rolled down my window. Laughing a little, I asked her to get in. I explained that I had been her more times than I care to remember, and my solution was more desirable. It didn’t take much for her to defrost and happily climb in. Within moments the elusive vehicle was located, and she disembarked a lot more cheerily than I found her. Hoomans……we are so very much alike. Doesn’t take all that much for us to get into unnecessary flaps, but equally, not much to soothe ruffled feathers. Never leave home without your feather smoother. 🙂
Thanks for listening.
MY BLOG: Every day for a year.
Day 179′ My Bucket’
MY BLOG: Every day for a year.
Day 178′ Lost day’
misplaced a day somewhere, and I am a day out of step with my blog.
Blogmentia? Blogheimer?The mysterious disappearance of bloggy? If you
find it, please return to me 🙂 In the meantime, here’s a funny for your Wednesday pretending to be Thursday!
Until later on today! Thanks for listening to my waffle. Stevie. x
MY BLOG: Every day for a year.
Day 177′ Tuesday Tales’
I need a week 🙂 Back to story writing…….but not yet cooked. Thanks for listening! Until tomorrow. Stevie.
As I pulled up my chair to the large dining table where our guests had gathered, I took the time to survey the company I was to keep for the next few hours, old friends and colleagues of my other half, but strangers to me.
Being amongst a group of strangers is nothing new to me, something as a performer I have experienced over and over again. As the clatter of getting comfortable at the table began to die down and with pleasantries out of the way, I watched the decay into an awkward silence as people sat quietly, seemingly not knowing what to do next. If there is one thing in this life I know I am good at, it’s putting people at ease and bringing them out of their shell. But being good at something does not necessarily equate to enjoying it. The silence was deafening, and I could hear my inward weary sigh as I began to fill the void. I smiled at the chap opposite me and asked a question. His face lit up like an abandoned Christmas candle met with flame. He proceeded to answer my question in extraordinary detail, barely pausing for breath. I sat there, keeping his gaze, nodding my head as he enthusiastically filled in every conceivable blank. As he finally came to a pause on that answer, he looked at me like a starving puppy, beseeching me for more. As I studied his face, in my head, I saw Oliver Twist raising his bowl. “Please, sir, I want some more.” I felt other eyes upon me now, staring, waiting, wanting to be involved. And as always, I obliged. Around the table I went, getting people to talk about their lives, loves, interests, jobs, and family. With momentum finally in play, the conversation began to flow freely, unaided from me. Everyone was happy, the tinker of cutlery on plates drowned out by the multiple chatters being thrown about like confetti. My job done, I sat back quietly in my chair and finished my dinner. As the evening came to a close, it was apparent people had been buoyed by the outing. “We really must do this again, what a great night.” As we gathered in the car park saying our goodbyes, eyes turned to me, as the person I started the conversations with said, “Oh it was so lovely to meet you……um…..er…Sally? Was it? Oblivious to all but my other half, that no one had asked me anything, let alone my name, I just said, “sure, it was nice to meet you too.” I’ve learned not to take this personally because it isn’t. I have observed over the last few years how much people ‘don’t ask.’ Many will fob it off as being introverted, yet time and again, these same folk are more than happy to talk about anything if asked. I believe people are starved of any interest being shown in them and in return show no interest in others. I have an old friend with a running joke of how I’ve educated him on the art of “try asking a question.” I’ve had people sit at my dinner table consistently every week for nearly a year that know absolutely nothing about me, but I know everything about them. I’ve observed these same people talk at each other, but not with each other. The game seems to be, wait until the other person finishes so I can start talking again. Not much listening appears to be happening. On the journey home, hubby observed my drained state. Being a facilitator is exhausting. Part of the reason I stay with this blog is it’s one of the few places I have genuine conversations with people. Truthfully I expected it to peter out, as my face to face interactions with people would suggest no one would be interested. That in itself is an interesting fact that my fidgeting brain would love to know why. These days I tend to find I am content in my own company for much of the time, it’s far less isolating than being at a table where no one sees you as anything more than a fire starter. The art of great conversation, I grieve its loss.
Thanks for listening,
MY BLOG: Every day for a year. Day 175 ‘ Silly Sunday’
Day 174′ Saturday Sounds.’ (Guitarist only really. Everyone else will fall off the snooze log……stories to resume shortly 🙂
The cheap SX Strat picked up from Pakenham Music for about $250, (before getting the Fender Strat) has a solid neck and body, although the back of the neck has had a slight going over with 1200 grit sandpaper to take off the shine and give it a satin feel. We’ve also taken off one of the string trees, more in the lines of the way Leo Fender did on his guitars. The single coil pickups with ceramic magnets sound pretty good but have since had a treble bleed circuit installed. The trem system has been blocked off as it is unlikely ever to be used, there’s a Fender for that if ever needed. The tuners were just the crappiest vintage style, with the low E tuners already slipping, and needed assistance to turn on the second string change. These have now been replaced by a set of Gotoh locking vintage tuners, these feel great, and with being locking tuners, string changes are quick, and stability is improved. The internal electronics are ok; however, one of the tone pots did have the thread around the post come free, and it needed to be swapped out.
Still to go, replace the plastic nut with a bone one and update the remaining string tree with one that lessens the friction. Other improvements might be to add a push-pull pot to activate the neck pickup when in positions 1 and 2 and upgrade the cavity and pickguard shielding to reduce a bit more Hum
Today’s blog is inspired by a friend responding to the AMA Sunday sessions. The gist of it is, how do you rekindle lost interest? We’ve all been there. One moment you’re all over something, enthusiasm beams from every part of you. The next it’s like swimming through wet concrete that is moments away from setting. Ebb and flow are healthy, but when that downflow lingers far longer than it should, it’s time to examine why. In my experience, it is little things that can push you one way or the other. Too many of those little things and suddenly you’re standing on a crumbling cliff, carrying these massive angsty boulders. It’s tough to remain enthused with the ground falling apart. Small amounts of positive affirmation or validation can be the difference in someone’s day. It doesn’t have to be much, and just a kind word will do it. I’d like to see as many people post something about their talent. A painting/picture (Sharon Van Ert, today’s inspiration for this post), a sculpture, a knitted jumper, a restoration, a song, a poem, a photograph, a garden, the list is endless. Anything that shows your talent.
Don’t think me too altruistic, I might be just mining for people with particular skills 😀 Rightio off ya go…show me what you’ve got!
Keep on those questions for yesterday’s post. I’ll be getting to those shortly. Monday’s are generally a sluggish day for everyone, but this post I stole from Shane Pacey brought a smile to my dial. I am this person 🙂 I’ve never been without dogs. I couldn’t imagine life without them. They go where I go. Guess I better track down some Steely Dan!
So here’s an idea put to me by a fellow blogger — the AMA Sunday session. AKA Ask Me Anything 🙂 I’m doing an eye squint as this one, it has merit, but frankly I’m not that interesting. Before anyone feels they need to provide comfort to my self-deprecation, keep in mind, I kind of like it that way:-). But I am interested in a more interactive dynamic than just me having a yak. It doesn’t have to be a question to or about me personally, just something you’d like to throw out into the ether for a general chit chat. So here it is, ask away. This one stays open until next Sunday, but I’ll be partaking in any questions through the week. The best question (determined by likes and interaction) wins a free T-shirt.