|Wednesday, March 26, 2003|
As I come up on the weekend when I will be meeting a large portion of Tiffany's family, I find myself deeply self-conscious, which was why I went and got a haircut after work today, and why I'm freaking out because I chipped one of my front teeth, as it appears jagged at the moment. I realize that I'm still Tom Bridge, that I'm still who I've always been, that it doesn't matter what my front teeth look like right now, nor that I was a shaggy dog until around 7 tonight.
I'm working very hard to find the zen in my life, to stay inside my zone. There's much of my life that I can't control right now. Work has elements that are beyond my grasp. Music has always been a struggle, there's too much left in the hands of others whom you have to trust. Home Life's been okay, but full of random events that have been pretty out there.
Working to find my focus is becoming more and more difficult. I wish I could explain why, but it certainly is.
Rain in the swamp
As Tiffany and I split from lunch today, spent in front of the Roasting House on Vermont Ave, here in DC, the heavens opened and drenched us in some rain. I love that smell about five minutes after it starts raining. It's this crystal clear smell that cuts through everything else, the perfumes, the colognes, the flowers, it's just a wonderful smell that always reminds me of spring days growing up. We are just days from total bloom here, the trees that line Vermont Ave are threatening to spew forth their flowers at any moment, giving birth to springtime in Washington.
I cheated this morning and drove, instead of my normal walk, into Washington, so I could drive with my sunroof open and the windows down. There were daffodils in the median. It was exciting.
I don't think I wrote much about the houses across the street since they were razed last week, but the construction crews have been starting at 7 each morning clearing out the lots and have the area nearly cleaned up. Rumors are flying that they bought the whole side of the street and are going to develop several homes there, likely pushing up my rent to the place beyond which I can afford it, not that it's not brutally expensive already.
Washington's Spring metamorphosis is one I enjoy, back toward the greens and colors that make me a happy camper and not as angry/depressed as I've been this winter with the lack of sunshine and such. The sun is getting up before I do, once again, and the birds are waking me each morning. One has even developed a call that sounds remarkably like an alarm clock. I think that bird may have designs on my alarm clock and possibly creating little flying alarm clocks and...Okay, Okay, Okay, I'm sorry I've gone off the map.
It's raining here today.
And I chipped my front tooth again.