"My mother thinks anything over two is a
collection"
She's almost right. I think my guitar pick collection
is up to five or six. Though I fear I may have used one in an art piece. I hope not. Anyway, though I am
artistic, I have no musical talent whatsoever, but am intrigued by those who
do. I have musician envy. I even went so far as to live with a musician at
one point in my life, but the four years only served to prove to me that they
think differently than most, and I couldn’t grasp the thought patterns. Well,
that was one thing that was proved.
Each time I find one (guitar
pick, not musician) I imagine where
it came from and who was he or she? What do they play and how much passion
do they have? Are they serious
musicians? Do they get paid for what
they do or would they play anywhere, anytime, just to be playing? What kind of music do they play? Is it folky?
Rock and roll? bluesy? Where do they come from and where will they
go?
This one is purple. I think I have a red and a green and a brown. So purple is good.
and it more than makes up for being sent on "an errand" at my advanced age. But I welcomed the walk and felt lucky to find the pick in the parking lot. As I will feel lucky tonight if the electric goes back on, cause this is tedious as hell trying to type by candle light. Besides, the battery will die very soon and then I will be left with all these words stuck in my head and have to try and go to sleep at nine o clock at night which will be a really hard thing for me to do. So while I can, I will type fast, even though I can’t get on line to post this probably until tomorrow, and tomorrow is Halloween and I was just in the middle of making the Meaty Hand for the creepy, scary food fest at work tomorrow. The meaty hand was such a hit last year, everyone is looking forward to it again, but now what will I do if the power doesn’t come back again, maybe even not in the morning?
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