:: anne in the attic ::

Create Your Own Countdown

:: Saturday, February 22, 2003 ::

On days like today, I love my job (even more than usual). The sun shone, but the temperature stayed on the cool side; this is how it has been lately -- just enough to coax the first spring buds to flower. The crocuses and daffodils have been up for a couple of weeks, and now the plum and apple trees have begun to flower all over town. A slight gust of wind lifts the snowy petals and the green smell of growth rises into the cool spring air. I was downtown in the early afternoon -- it was just a big hang-out scene. Around Cafe Paradiso and the music and book stores on Olive and Willamette Streets, I could hear the laughter, the sounds of conversation as I walked. The scent of Nag Champa is familiar in this town during the warmer months -- and though I usually despise patchouli, especially if it is used merely to cover up "the great unwashed," today I found it strangely comforting. A sign, I suppose, that we've made it through another winter.

I spent the day buoyed just a little from the night I had last night at Reading in the Rain. The choir's performance went well, yes. I was too fatigued to do anything social afterward, but I enjoyed seeing all my old buddies from B&N and the college bookstore. Mostly, though, I partook of a kind of comraderie that existed within the choir (including between us and the other choirs) -- sort of a "we're all in this together" thing. There are so many people in the choir I'd like to get to know better. I just hate that my time is so restricted right now. I feel torn. An old friend from Seattle whom I haven't seen in years is going to be down here at the coast all of next weekend, and I'm fighting with myself over hopping in the car just to see her for a few hours. That's the kind of thing I'll pressure myself about until either I do it or the time to do it has passed. "How'm I gonna keep myself away from me?" -- Counting Crows

:: Anne 6:36 PM [smartass remarks] ::
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