I wonder who trashed your place. But it’s good you are not injured.
Postive for me today:
TV to myself tonight as the husband is away. Will miss him though!
Thanks for the well wishes, I’m OK. It was just dealing with the aftermath of someone else’s violent manic episode that was kind of frustrating, but much less scary than just sort of irritating because at least this one wasn’t kicked off by being choked from behind and strangled on the floor, or being came at with a knife. Just lots of yelling. The house is quiet and empty today though, so I’m enjoying the peace and silence.
On a related good note, am quite pleased with my split second decision last night to retrieve my fountain pen inks, considering the carnage of glass. Going to refill one of my pens and enjoy writing with it. Tinting a warm purple.
Had some fun spending about a hour painting- it’s been several months since I sat down to play like that, so that was a great time. :3
Sorry to hear that this has happened multiple times before. That must be scary. Glad to hear there wasn’t too much personal violence though.
In the technical aspect, this is probably the worst performance aspect. In most other aspects, I loved this performance.
So, I was doing a performance in school where we would play Learn To Fly (Foo Fighters). We ran around, setting everything up (it was part of a Sports Award Ceremony). I had to use someone else’s guitar rather than the classic school ones because it was wayyyy better and wasn’t rusty-stringed, but that was okay. He did warn me the strap was a little wonky and wouldn’t always work.
Anyway, all the musicians were at the back, and I was proving to my friends that I could lick my knees standing up without bending my knees (I can, in fact do this - I used to do gymnastics, which was odd because although I’m fairly tall and lean, I’m not that thin or fit - I don’t really do sport - and have quite wide shoulders in comparison to most of the gymnastics people - but anyway, I can do such an odd feat). After doing so, I went to sit down, so without looking, I went to place my hand down to see where I was sitting. But, as it proves, it doesn’t really help to do that. I placed my left thumb right on the circle pin of the electric bass that is used for a strap.
And then, I sat on my thumb. Those things really aren’t sharp, but with the weight of someone (myself) falling on a bench after licking their knees and losing their balance, it can fuck a thumb up. Blood flew from my thumb and landed on the arm of our bassist, who was sitting next to the bass. My thumb had had a lot of skin torn off, had a deep purple bruise and a second cut on it. The first cut was bleeding. Not too much, but enough that I probably couldn’t play like that. But most of all, it hurt. Like, a lot for a thumb. Not the worst I’ve had, but fair enough I definitely wouldn’t play. Also, considering it’s the left hand, it’s the thumb that you place on the back of the neck of the guitar while playing. Even if you play guitar, just like me, you probably won’t think much of that. But, then I tried playing unplugged to see, and I push my thumb against the neck. A lot. So that really hurt.
We ran to the nurse to get some gauze, and we got some. But then, running back, my friend (the other guitarist) dropped his pick - specially designed by a mutual friend for his birthday - into a deep drain with no way to get it out. That lowered morality.
By the time the time came for us to play, the blood had soaked through the gauze mostly. But we got up, we played. We started the song, we were doing good. At the second chorus or so, the strap (which if you remember is a bad strap) fell off, and the guitar was in my hands, but like you can’t play standing up without a strap. (I forgot to say, I was also singing this song, so I couldn’t just sit.) The other guitarist ran to fix it, and with the help of our music teacher, we got it fixed soon.
Oh, did I mention also? It was a sports assembly. All those rude people (you know, the “cool kids” who I can assure you aren’t cool, and are really rude and annoying) play sports, so they were in the front row, laughing their head off at this failure. Which I can admit, it was.
Then the strap fell a second time. The music teacher fixed it again. Even funnier, because it lasted longer without the strap, and had me plucking instead of playing chords. Oh, and we could barely hear the other guitar, even though he is the main guitarist.
At this point, my gauze just flew right off. And then the strap, for a third time. So I managed to balance on one leg with the other propped up and the guitar on it, while I sang. But the blood was all over the back and it was slippery as I played the bridge and it really hurt. At which point, I gave up, placed the guitar on the floor in front of me, and sang the final choruses and clapped - and everyone clapped and cheered super loud, even the rude kids in the front row who I have beef with - and they meant it. And then our drummer did an awesome solo. And it ended up amazing.
That started miserable, but ended up great! 
I admit, I would have given up early and pitied myself. You showed great spirit in my opinion.
More happy weather feelings as it felt like summer this morning. Lovely sun-dappled paths and overgrown foliage.
It’s funny how differently people feel about season changes in different parts of the world. Everyone in central Texas is like, “Oh, no. Summer’s almost here.” It’s a source of dread and worry here.
The kid shared a hilarious joke today.
Crumb: What kind of bird can’t fly?
Sophia: Oh, a couple! There’s ostriches and emus, and rheas, and fat little kiwi birds- you remember seeing those on my phone, right? And you laughed at how they look like alive kiwi fruits, and a bit like capybaras?
Crumb: (Snorting.) Mommy, the answer is a dead one.
My gothic influence, I guess.
Despite living in a place with a fair amount of light pollution, I was able to faintly see the solar storm and take some terrible, grainy photos of it with my phone! (I have a real camera, but I don’t usually do night sky photography, so it wasn’t coming out and I was standing there trying to google what settings I should be using and eventually I just gave up.)
Oh is that why my cousins could see an aurora?? There was a solar storm today?
Exactly. I heard it on the radio this morning. I missed it 
supposed to be nearly as strong again tonight, I think?
I woke up to a ton of aurora pictures from my dad. Didn’t see it myself - I’m sleeping early these days. Might poke my head out tonight to see if it’s still visible.
Today’s positive: digging out the old Wii to play an old game. Nice to check these things still work.
I know it’s not a contest to get to the top of the list but…
And I have grown another awesome flower, a dahlia, I believe. It’s honkin’ HUGE, as big as my hand. Like the lilies, it came from a batch of gifted bulbs that weren’t labeled, so I had no idea what would pop out of those buds. Such a nice surprise to see this guy:
A slight annoyance has been solved- the paper in the Muji notebooks is beautifully smooth with my fountain pens, the volumes themselves are lightweight and lay flat from the get go, and overall make for a pleasurable writing experience. One small issue was the annoying bit of flipping through to the last page I had written on, as they lack ribbon markers, like some of my more substantial (and expensive) notebooks. I found a packet of paperclips in the house, and sliding in a pink one beautifully solves the problem of bookmarking my last page, as the books are thin enough it can easily stretch to accommodate without breaking the paperclip. Yay!
I woke up really nauseous and feeling sick as of late, (probably to do with the fever I ran overnight, and the painkillers I’ve been reliant on to deal with my hand/arm injuries), but I fell back asleep after a bit of lying listlessly in bed and I feel a bit better now, which is really nice. Got more sleep than I have for the last few weeks, even if it was broken up awkwardly into two periods.
