Tuesday, Aug/31/2010 9:49pm
On Tyler Perry, guitars, church, and vernacular
Do you mind if I’m a little fragmented today?
I’m officially about to miss the first of my (most recent) self-imposed deadlines. I hate that shit. I hate moving deadlines, especially when they’re self-imposed. Sure, shit happens, but “shit happens” can become a lifestyle and I’m mortally afraid of becoming one of those people who doesn’t do what she says she’s going to do. Of course, my tendency to take on just a little bit more than I can handle certainly doesn’t help…
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Everybody was happy to see me at my ex husband’s church… except of course for my ex husband. He did pick me up, as promised, in the church van, as well as a few other people who live on that part of town. One such, a Trini boy who seems to be his new best friend (and ironically, my most recent client) seemed to very much not understand the situation (I’d really like to know what ex has been telling the congregation about my sudden disappearance immediately following our divorce) invited me back again next Sunday. Instead of following through the acceptance-by-default pattern I seem to have established in the last couple of weeks, I asked him directly, (yes, in front of new-best-friend) “Do you want me back next week?” He did not say “no,” but gave me the cloudiest look I’ve seen on his face since the last time we fought about something major. “See that?” I said to new-best-friend. “That’s means ‘no.’ I’ll call you later about the job. I’m outta here.”
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I tuned my guitar and I’m back to practicing like a good little guitar student, and am slowly discovering that I’m just a little bit more of a DLFF than I thought I was: I don’t press down on the strings hard enough. But, but, ::sniffle:: they hurt my fingers! ::rolls eyes at herself:: I think I was supposed to have a lesson this week, but I didn’t contact my teacher, and he didn’t contact me either. That makes me a little suspicious. I guess I’ll email him soon. Until then, I need to work on forming some callouses.
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I called Gregory today. Or maybe it was yesterday… I can’t remember now. I don’t know why I called him. I didn’t have anything to say. As such, I said nothing of worth. So why did I call? Oh, who knows? He’s not back in town yet (though I thought he would be by now). I told him to call me when he gets in. He said “I will.” I think he won’t. But then again, I thought ex husband was not going to come get me on Sunday and he shonuff did.
Was that weird that I just said “shonuff”?
That reminds me: I made some transitory mention of the Beacon Theater in conversation with Gregory… and he seemed to get offended. Really? What’s so bad about the Beacon Theater? Sure it’s a little… stereotype heavy and culturally indulgent, but hey! It’s entertainment, right? I mean, I’ve never been to the Beacon Theater, but I’ve been known to watch a Tyler Perry film or two. It occurs to me now that I should have asked him what he thinks of Tyler Perry. I’d say I’ll ask him next time I see him, but I don’t know when that will be, and I’m not likely to remember.
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Oh man, I don’t even know how to excerpt this post because I have no idea what it’s about! Sorry… forgive me… I’ll be cohesive tomorrow, I promise.
