I want to go to a concert tonight. Gustav Holst:
The Planets. Awesome stuff. Can't do it, though. It's probably too late to get tickets, since it starts in about 45 minutes.* That's not enough time to get ready, either—takes me twice that long if I'm just going to Walmart. Finally, I don't have the right threads for a symphony concert. In some venues, "homeless pseudo-biker dude" is simply not an acceptable mode. :no:
That's what stopped me from going to an event last weekend—local community choral group, very interesting for a number of reasons. Why'd they have to have it in a church? Can't wear a lid in church, man—even this grubby, tarnished soul gets that—and a gentleman, no matter how run down,
does not go out bareheaded.** Never mind the struck-by-lightning thing.
Thus passeth one of my goals for the month:
#1:Attend a concert. I have a list—nine items of varying realisticality (
yeah, that's a word) in no particular order. This one happened to be the first. I've managed to chip away a bit at a few of the others (
#7: Clean out the last of my old flea market buildings,
#8: Explore three new places) but most of the list stands untouched:
#9: Catch up with correspondence? Yeah, sure, just as soon as I catch up with putting it off.
#2: Take a walk in the woods? I can't even find 'em! :idontknow:
#3: Eat in a restaurant? Okay, I actually came close to trying this one a couple of times, but then I saw
people, and you know how that goes.
I don't really know where this is going, except that I think goals are important and stuff. Especially
stuff. I was going to start a thread about it earlier this month—or was it later last month?—but then I flipped out and didn't. Shoulda made it one of my goals. Focus, direction, a point on the compass, a single peak on the horizon,
but with flexibility, allowance for going around rather than through if need be. Urgency with patience. A crack of the whip, but forgiveness for a fall. And stuff.
We
need this stuff, or at least I do.
I still have a handful of days left to work on my November goals. I have flea market junk to sort (that being part of it) and a list of places I've never been. The keyboard's right in front of me if I want to drop someone a line, and those woods gotta be out there somewhere, right? We'll see what happens. The restaurant thing, however, may have to wait 'til further impetus arises. Anybody want to take me out to dinner?
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*Make that 45 minutes ago, or thereabouts.
**Plus, I got a thing on my head, but we won't talk about that.
***Uh oh. He's using footnotes again.
****I know. How can we make him stop?
*****Beats me. I was hoping you'd have some idea.
