I had a long conversation this morning with my brother and my dad. We talked about happiness, the elephant-rider analogy, and politics. After a short workout, I drove to the restaurant. I worked with Grace and Julie tonight. Micheal was the pianist. It was a busy night and I made seventy bucks.
I woke up late and out of sorts at my parent’s house. I had stormed out of Cleo’s house the night before and found my way to my parents’ place after midnight. Munir let me in. I guess he stays up late most nights. Kim and I had gotten into it again, but this time I felt beleaguered enough to pack my stuff and leave. I was really angry. Now, I’m mostly hurt.
Yes, I know I lost my job and we’ve been living off of her financial aid money. Yes, I know that the Italian Inn may be fun, but it doesn’t earn the kind of money we need right now. Yes, I know I’m not as diligent with our finances as I could be. But, dammit, I work hard and I’ve paid the lion’s share of the bills for the past four years. That has to count for something. And the whole situation with our friend is ridiculous. I can’t believe she’s putting me through this same shit again. I’m trying to be philosophical about it, but I think leaving for a while was the right choice. I feel terrible knowing how tough transportation is going to be for her, but she made a big deal about me taking responsibility for the car, so it seems fitting that I keep it for now.
When I rolled off of the couch at 11:30 this morning, my brother and my dad were talking in the kitchen. I didn’t try to resist my urge to join the conversation since they were talking about personality, development, and psychology. The conversation took a turn into politics after an hour or two, but by then I needed to exercise and prepare for work. I did a half hour of yoga and meditated for ten minutes.
Work was fun today. I started out with a big party celebrating two birthdays. The table was fun and I helped them have a good time. Toward the end I got a little behind helping three other tables, but they still gave me a fifty dollar tip. My songs are finally beginning to sound solid. I’m still excited about the possibilities for learning more about music.
today I was grateful for
- Calm from meditation Even ten minutes helped a great deal today
- My watch It cost seventeen bucks at target, but it is really nice. I replaced the band with snazzier stainless steel band. Now that things are mass produced, I can buy a good product like my watch for a very small sum.
- Good work I’m pretty good at finding work situations that suit my temperament well. I love working at the Italian Inn. I get to listen to the music I love, learn about music, sing, and serve people who appreciate good service.
- Tony Bennett The man is cool. I’ve had his version of “The Touch of Your Lips” with Bill Evans playing piano going round in my head all evening. It’s glorious!
- My parent’s nice, new house Sure it’s in the suburbs, but it is nice.