I have a snarky post in my head about one of my coworkers, but I think I’m going to save it for a day when I’m already feeling bitchy and need to get it out of my system. Today I’m not feeling bitchy, I’m just feeling ready for the weekend. I want to spend some quality time watching tv, a noble aspiration, no? Unfortunately, the Red Sox are going to be on the west coast for the next few days. Since my internal clock dictates that I fall asleep at 9:30 most nights, regardless of where I am, this means that games starting at 10:00 are completely out of reach for me. Maybe I’ll make an effort and stay up long enough to see the first inning. I’ve described myself many times as a Red Sox fan by marriage, W being a lifelong and deeply committed fan. Her grandmother watched Babe Ruth play for Boston, and her dad’s love of the Red Sox was one of the most memorable things mentioned at his funeral. I like reading commentary about the games, hearing people’s opinions about the players and their personalities and antics. Watching the games makes the reading a lot more interesting, but it’s not entirely necessary for my enjoyment.
So, Red Sox being pretty much out of the question for me tonight, barring some major chemical stimulants (no thank you), maybe I’ll pull out some Buffy DVDs and enjoy that. Or I could play the piano. I always forget that I can do that. I played the piano semi-seriously for many years, and only in the last few years have I let it go. We own a piano, though, a fairly nice one, although old, and I should make more use of it. I’ll just have to ask W to move the end table out of the way so I can put a chair there for myself. In my longing for something creative and physical to do, I somehow forgot about the fact that playing the piano fills both needs for me. Silly me.
