No TV….no cable…
It’s sad that those two things are such a big deal. That I feel like I am going out of my mind without them in the new apartment, and the idea of waiting until Friday (FRIDAY PEOPLE!!!) to get them back is maddening. How sad is that?
I was curled up on my bed reading last night and thinking “this would be so much easier if I still smoked”…and then I realized that of all the reasons one should go back to the nicotine dealer, boredom shouldn’t make the list. But it is what it is…I’m bored to tears. No baseball game on TV….no interesting research (porn) online. Nuttin’. And of course, you can’t just pick up your guitar out of frustration and boredom and expect it to solve your problems. Oh no, dear friends…the guitar is a fickle mistress and she wants to be wanted. She does not suffer being an alternative to boredom lightly. Pick her up in that headpsace and she will mock you viciously.
So what is my methadone for the cable narcotic? Right now it’s been catching up on the magazines I subscribe to (Smithsonian, National Geographic, and American Chopper) and the book I kept meaning to read and checking the scores on my phone. Eh….it works well enough.
I’ve also been making lists. What do I need for the new place…pots and pans and kitchen utensils…a sofa and chairs…do I need a dining table (who eats there anyhow, really?)…area rugs, etc. Lists are a maddening thing for me, because once I make one, I’m going to make 30. Now it’s a list for the first all out run to the grocery store and liquor and wine that I should have in the house…new clothes I need and people I need to call….
It’s a slippery slope on which I tread with care. No one needs to dive in to full on OCD out of boredom and a whatthefuckjusthappenedtomylife feeling. And that’s there too, of course. It’s worst in the middle of the night when you wake up disoriented thinking that lump by your leg is the cat only to find out that it’s really just a bunched up piece of the blanket. But, it gets better. I’ve made peace with what transpired and am as I’ve said moving on. In fact, the best piece of news I’ve received since this was last night when the Grand Old Man called me and we talked about him coming to DC this summer to see me…this is a big deal, as he’s only ever done that once. And that was 7 years ago in Boston. The Old Man does NOT dig the city. Or planes. It’s tricky, you see. But, it took my mind off of the current situation and of course got me going down another list; Things To Do With Old Man in DC.
What can I say? It’s easy to dive in to the lists, or phone calls, or score checking, or putting porn on for background noise since it’s the only DVD you have in the house (and is really a terrible use for it…it does NOT do what you hope, which is just create some sort of atmosphere) or begging your guitar to cooperate. But you know, it gets a little better every hour.
But it would be one hell of a lot easier with a Yankees game on TV.