In Which Kenny Drags Me to See Over the Rhine

The band last night kicked ass! They were really great, and now I'm inspired to go out and find more of their music. I had a really god time, though I didn't love the way they were mixed for the venue. The problem is that the band's been around for ten years so I have no clue where to begin with their albums. Though maybe it's best to start with the latest one, "Ohio," and work my way backward.

I came home last night to find the living room of the apartment completely rearranged, with a new love seat added. I have to say that, as annoying as the constant, unexpected change may be -- the place looks great! They're using the big scary blue painting that had suddenly appeared over my bed the last time they were home. It's not my favorite, but the color is a bit of a welcome relief from the monochromatic beige and white of the living room.

Everything's a balance, I guess.

I pulled out my bag of runes for the first time in several years and consulted them regarding my anxiety over the apartment. I should have left them in their box. No big surprise, they indicated in the past lay some good fortune, but that hard times were ahead and I should trust my instincts and try to be honest with people.

None of which is terribly different from my planned course of action.

I guess, being me, that I really can't help but be a worrier over the whole thing, though, can I? I just want to be settled, and there's just no hope of that without a safe place to live, is there? I've had a lot of chances recently to regret my poor credit history. Eventually that'll be behind me, but at the moment, that's no comfort whatsoever.

Today was a gift, certainly. The office was closed in honor of Columbus Day (happy "slayer of indigenous peoples" day!), and I wanted to get out of the apartment, so I got out and wandered around. I spent a lot of the day at the office anyway - looking up rental law information. But I did wander around a bit and got an excellent shot of the Chrysler Building against a brilliant blue sky. It wasn't 'til I'd headed back to Brooklyn that I thought my day would have been better spent leaf-peeping in Central Park. Ah, j'regrets. Ah, hindsight!

Oh, and Amy Hartman is coming into town this weekend, so I'll finally be able to return her leather jacket, which I've not done yet. Bad friend! Bad!.

It'll be nice to see her. She's good for my ego... well, less for my ego than for my peace of mind. I find her a great comfort, and miss her terribly. The same's true of Denise Pullen and Toni Schlemmer, too.

I think I might be pining for distant friends because times are a little rough. I'm praying that I can get home for Christmas this year. I've got a lot of vacation time left over and I'm thinking I might take Christmas week & the week before New Year and spend it in Pittsburgh.

In the here and now, though, I'm debating a second cup of tea.