A Whole Lot of Nothing

I'm housesitting for about ten days and due to my lack of driving ability (I know I keep promising to explain this but I still don't feel like it) I am a little isolated. I am a solid three miles uphill from town. Last time I walked down there, this happened.
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It wasn't as painful as it looked. A blood blister formed and broke before I even noticed what was happening. I did have to go buy bandaids so I could make it home and I'm not sure if that sock will ever be the same. That was on Saturday. The reason I walked downtown was to make it to the bank before it closed at 1:00 but I got about 1/2 way down and realized I had forgotten the check so I just went anyway and did other things.

I was going to walk to the bank today but it got really hot and as you may have guessed I am prone to blisters to begin with so I decided against it. I'll go tomorrow. Or not. It doesn't really matter when I go but seeing as I haven't spoken to another person today I should probably make an effort to get off the property. I would go down and see a movie tonight but then I'd have to walk home in the dark and Montpelier VT is exactly the kind of sleepy, unsuspecting town where loners get kidnapped and gutted like deer in some shack in the woods. Actually I think the murder rate is pretty low here but I still don't want to walk three miles in the dark by myself.


So what have I been doing all day? Good question. I'm not really sure how it came to be 6 in the evening. I woke up at 7:30 and fed animals. I ate some multi-grain cheerios with almond milk. That was tasty. I've walked to dog twice. I fed them again at around 5. I lay out in the sun for less than an hour. I applied to a job or two online. The tv has been on but I haven't really been paying attention to it. I've spent a little too much time debating about when I'm going to exercise but not actually doing it. It's not like I'm on a schedule and I'd rather do it when the sun goes down and it cools off. But I might just be making excuses. I should have done it first thing so I don't have a spector of guilt following me around. I could do it right now...and then shower and then make dinner and have some wine and pretend like I've had a hard day that I need to unwind from. It's not like I already drank a grapefruit juice, vodka  and champagne cocktail while I was sunbathing. Except actually I did exactly that and it was fucking fantastic.The sun is still out. Maybe I should just do that again....

No, no. I need to earn it.

So I'll go exercise. I'll feel better about things if I exercise. And I'll eat a lot of spinach.

The Real Book Project: Rocks in My Bed in C

This video did not want to upload in the other post. This is Rocks in My Bed, again, in C this time.

The Real Book Project: Rocks in My Bed

Rocks in My Bed isn't actually in the Real Book. It's an Ellington blues and I like it. I did it in two keys with no chart. I can't seem to keep track of what order the verses go in or how many times I've sung them. This song is not about being so sad that you crap the bed. Well, it might be, but I like to assume that it isn't.

Rocks in My Bed in Bb

Selling Wingdaddles

Here is a little story I wrote based on one of my experiences working this winter. I have changed the name of the product to a nonsense word to A)protect the company and B)highlight the fact that this really could have happened in any service position selling any kind of thing.

Selling Wingdaddles

 

The woman in front of me would prefer a Wingdaddle fresh off the wingdaddlry. The one I served her, although delicious, had been left to cool for 90 seconds and it just isn't exactly the treat she’d been hoping for. She knows this because she hired the Wingdaddle Hut to cater an event in the past and she found she liked the hot ones best. Unfortunately the only way that she can express this sentiment is by screaming "We paid you people thousands of dollars to cater our sons birthday party and I KNOW what a fresh Wingdaddle tastes like!"

I understand that it is this woman's burden to be tacky and lacking in social graces. I do not inform her that as a seasonal employee I have no connection with the catering company or that it isn't our policy to serve Wingdaddles fresh off the wingdaddlry because they can be hot enough to burn ones mouth. Factual information would only confuse and upset her so I proceed with exaggerated kindness and use small, simple words as I would with an irate child who doesn't yet understand the limits of his environment. It will please her to think that I am dull-witted.

I prepare her Wingdaddle while she waits, cross-armed and jaw-jutted, outside the Wingdaddle Hut window. I choose the most visually pleasing, robust Wingdaddle and dress it with care. There will be no tip from her today but I want this Wingdaddle to be so good that it leaves her speechless. Only when she has receded into the crowd do I privately indulge a fantasy in which she develops a sudden and severe allergy to the main ingredient of Wingdaddles.

Notes from Central Park

As much as I hate Blogging from my phone, I also don't feel like walking any more at the moment so I figured I might as well jot down some thoughts on the fly. Let me give you a run down of my day thus far.
1- Departed by subway from w96th street and rode down to 14th and 8th ave.
2- went to the bank. Deposited my very last waffle paycheck.
3- Went to Anthropologie @ Chelsea market. I had a gift card from my wonderful boyfriend.
4- walked from Chelsea market to Eataly on 23rd and 5th. It was too big and scary. I left and ate at chipotle instead :(.
5- walked up Broadway to the Manhattan mall on 34th so I could pee and change into my "city flats" as the balls on my feet were starting to feel like raw sores in my boots.
6- took the btrain to 7th and 5somehingth and walked to the park
7- in the park I started following a guy walking three really cute shelties (shetland sheepdogs). I'm not sure what I thought might happen. Would he see me admiring them and offer for me to play with them? Or maybe keep one forever? He had three, afterall. I tried to take a picture without him noticing but it didn't work. Eventually I realized that he was going the wrong direction and I returned to my northwesterly course.

And that's where I am. Somewhere near 90th street near the resevoir. It's around 3 pm and it's really nice out. Here are the pictures I did manage to take. They are mostly of trees.

The Real Book Project: Come Sunday

Learned this one for a Jazz Vocal Ensemble performance a few years back. Obviously singing about god isn't really in my wheelhouse but an Ellington tune is an Ellington tune. Happy Passover.

This is "Come Sunday"

The Real Book Project: Willow Weep For Me

Ok I finally got around to sitting down and recording something. I have abandoned the idea of going off of the required song list for vocal majors (I can't find it) and am instead just doing whatever is in my key and easy enough to play. I learned this song in a lesson 3 years ago but I've never performed it or played it on piano. This take is not without it's problems but I made it all the way through and that's good enough for me. Also it's sideways. I really have no patience for video editing of any kind. This is "Willow Weep For Me"