It's been interesting lately. Good interesting, and bad interesting, but mostly good. Since the last time I wrote, I've experienced a hardcore month-end at work, and survived. Some of my worries about the people I care about have subsided, and other worries have shown up. I've listened to an incredibly huge amount of music, and I've experienced some social situations that are quite rare.
So that's the viewpoint I'm writing from tonight. My comfort zone, what little of it still exists, has been upended many times, and of course at this time, for better or for worse. I figure the best thing to do is make sure that the seatbelt and restraints are secure, and my hands and feet are in the car at all times. That's what you've got to do when you cross the yellow line and get into the ride.
At the end of January, I got to do some overtime. It's not the kind of overtime where you're all "Hey, there's so much I could keep busy with," but rather the "I've got so much to do and it has to get done and OMG can I make it happen" sort. The chaos type. And that doesn't bother me, really. I actually prefer to be in the hot seat and on a mission if I'm working extra. There's just more meaning in it if it comes with extra accomplishment. And it was needed, and it got done.
I love listening to music at work. Much of the time it's heavy metal. Or electronic music. Those are the two types of music I like to listen to while concentrating or working on something. It's fast music. It's very dynamic and it takes a lot of talent to write either of those types of music. Occasionally I'll slow the tempo down with one of many other types of music, but the fast and flighty stuff works for me. I think that's why I also enjoy Bach so much. He was a badass.
I'm looking forward to going to the Mac Sabbath show on March 3. I got the next day off from work, since it might be kind of a late show. It's on a Thursday. I thought it would be fun to go to it just because it's so ridiculous. Everyone's a little hesitant to see me go, since the last time I went to a metal show at Trees, I broke my ankle in a mosh pit. I mean, come on, I think I've learned my lesson. Duh! When I went to the Power Trip show back in 2011, I was debating on whether to film a couple of their songs from the balcony with my phone, or get into the mosh pit and actually be in a real mosh pit. I chose wrong the first time! So at this show, I'm going to capture a couple songs on my phone. I have a WAY better phone this time, so I'll find a good spot early and go from there.
I mean really, I'm not trying to break any bones here. Been there, done that, got the X-ray.
I really do like music. And ever since I got into the Mac Sabbath, Elvana, etc. mashup thing a few weeks ago, I've been following other artists as well. Turns out a week from Saturday, mc chris will be doing a show in Fort Worth. I've always wanted to go to one of his shows. Not sure if I mentioned it here before, but he did inspire Grace to do a school project about Milton Hershey. It'll be a fun show to go to.
In other news, yesterday, Grace and I went out on a bit of a Sunday drive. Jamie was doing some things here at the house, and so I took Grace riding around. We started a half a mile from here, and decided to go down a road we thought hadn't been built. And we ended up way out in the country. She was naming horses and cows, and we even saw a couple abandoned houses, a "broken farm," some old barns, and a tiny town forgotten by many, but taken care of in a cool way by a few. One of those tiny towns, with a city hall, a Baptist church, and no stoplights or gas stations. This place was tiny, and really cool, because it wasn't the sort of town anyone would ever think of as a town.
Then we went to another small town, this one much bigger by comparison. And there were early 20th century Victorian homes for sale. Some of which are possibly haunted. Not the one next door to the church though. Maybe. You know what they say about homes over 100 years old, if they're haunted... hey, they were there first.
Which brings me to today. It was nice for a Monday. I was productive, and even when it got stressy, it wasn't so bad. It was a day of small victories.
I can't get all this written tonight. But that's why it's a blog. Because it can't all be written in a night.
