Oy. It is a dark and early morning, that’s for sure. A loud one, too.
With two five-thirty a.m. text messages and a veritable R&B concert directly over our heads, I’m finding it a little bit difficult to do what people do on Saturday mornings (i.e. not wake up at five-thirty a.m.).
The text messages? Totally understandable, and welcome even. They were from my sweet mom, whose play¹ competes today. She’ll be busy all day, wanted to know when we’d get to town (it’s a four-hour drive for us), et cetera. Plus, I know she’s not the most dextrous texter — between her lofty texting ambitions and (probably) a ten-minute internal debate before bothering us so early, the texts are more endearing than they are a nuisance.
As for the music², I can’t say the same: this new queen on the block has just ousted her previous contenders people-who-drive-and-act-like-jerks-in-parking-lots, things-spelled-incorrectly-on-purpose-à-la-Kwik-Kutz-or-Sassy-Katz³, and pounding-bass-speakers-who-take-my-concentration-and-dangle-it-over-the-edge-of-a-cliff from their comfy, coveted spots on the Throne of Pet Peeves. (Those three have shared the Throne so long its velvet has worn down in a few places.) Technically, what’s happening today is the third pet peeve after it’s had about eight fully caffeinated espresso shots, therefore I’m counting it in a category that’s wholly other, and am convinced it supersedes the annoyance of a mere pounding bass.
It’s starting to get light outside.
Sweet little birds are singing. It’s impossible to tell whether they are trying to sing karaoke or drown out the noise.
On a brighter note (one not being melismatically forced down my ears) that’s totally unrelated to anything else in this post, Jen Lancaster’s book reading/Q&A/signing was a treat last night. The excerpt she read was funny, as was the Q&A. She then managed to stay personable and look genuinely thrilled to be there while she signed books for three hours (I know this because we got there late and were therefore relegated to Group H on a scale from A to I). Tyra Banks would be so proud — Ms. Lancaster welcomed photos all night, and has perfected the whole find-the-light and smile-with-your-eyes thing they’re always trying to get contestants to do on Top Model.
I feel sufficiently unburdened by my loud morning, so I shall roll with it and get a head start on today. Breakfast, latte, and packing, here I come. Oh! Before I forget, I should let all you #CreateWS people know, due to our weekend trip, my Sunday workshop post won’t be happening until laaaaaaate Sunday (which might actually turn into eaaaaarly Monday)(especially if my neighbor has anything to do with it).
PS: I’m experimenting with a Tweet button at the bottom — thanks, Linda! — not that I really expect you guys to go reTweeting this totally unhelpful little post.
¹She’s directing high schoolers in a one act play competition. They made the state-level competition, which is a Big Deal in Texas because it takes stellar performances at three or four competitions in order to do what they’ve done. I’m proud of her, and proud of her cast!
³Yes, it hurt to type that. Hurts more to leave it in there and not delete it, knowing a good many of you may very well cringe upon reading it.