Today is a rainy Saturday. We’ve been to the farmer’s market, gathering garlic tops, chard, garlic, strawberries and mushrooms of various types, as well as two tomato plants to join the seeds already in the ground. We also got a small pond liner and a new pump for the container water garden, which I hope to get back together this week. DLJ cleared the gutters while I trimmed all the spent tulips. Now I have laundry to fold and final unpacking to do, before we head out again to Washington for the NIN/Bauhaus concert. I just talked to their sound guy, who I met at the Detroit Dolby show. We will show up right after soundcheck for our tickets and guest passes, hopefully say hi to him and then enjoy the show, and then hang out again after in the tour bus. Ah, a tour bus. I’ll get to see all the luxury I was missing. ;). But it will be a nice, final post mortem on my tour and a look into the beginning of his. I haven’t seen NIN since they joined up with David Bowie shortly after I moved to California, so I am looking forward to this show. Plus, you know, I’m not working at it in the slightest. Ahhhh.
Must go unpack, and let DLJ get this computer back to rights so I can download my email from all these weeks I was sans computer.
Not long now. It’s the 21st. I will be home the evening of the 25th. I have had a grand time. I really do miss home. I miss DLJ so much. I like having small chunks of time apart from him, I think it’s good for us to recharge our appreciation for each other by being apart. But it’s been a long time. Yet it feels like a snap of time as well. May 2 until today. Really not that long. But so much has happened, so many places, people, miles, hotels…
A few nights ago we had a video date on iChat and he was sitting outside in the backyard. It was very hot there. I missed it all, the darkening sky, the cats, the air in the evening. I miss my glass. I miss my focus, but it’s been good to visit other towns and gather inspiration and ideas. I only hope that my glass mojo returns to me when I return home. I have to go to Bullseye and get a quickie tutorial from Bonnie, see what new colors there are, and dive back in.
I also have to finish recording all the numbers for this tour, moving things around on the website, and starting up a new website for a new client. I need to repaint the living room and start getting ready for our 2nd annual summer party.
But all of this will be at home. HOME. A Cancer away from home is a Cancer without a shell. I’m an experience junkie, and it is worth it for me to leave my shell now and again, but oh, does it EVER feel good to get back home to my garden, my pets, and most of all, my sweetheart. Not long now, life, I’m coming back soon.
my harddrive died. I have had no computer since May 4 in NYC. I try to sneak into business centers in hotels and use TD’s computer whenever I can, but all my mail is webmail as a result, with no spam filters. I get so much spam at my lunesse address simply because it is so old, and without filters….ew. It’s been hard to be a tour manager without the puter, but I have been managing. Today was a small day of communication breakdown, however. Here in Milwaukee, WI, the hotel didn’t have our reservation, the club thought soundcheck was an hour before doors, and the new hotel didn’t give us the right address. Clearly, I am not meant to communicate well here. The hotel we are in is TRIPPY. Old. Like an old apartment building from another era. The telephone receiver was upsidown in the cradle. TD says it’s a Masonic sign and we best not mess with it. Two shows here, then off to St. Paul, Minnesota. Another state I have never been to before. This week I have been to the following states I have not been to before: Illinois, Michigan, Indiana, Wisconsin. Next week we will drive thru Nebraska, adding one more to the list.
One week and I am back home with DLJ. I can’t wait. This tour has been an amazing experience, but I sure do miss home.
Home, home, Jersey, NYC. I had a fantastic cabbie on the way to my cousin’s apt. on the East side. I will try to sleep soon, get one last good night of the stuff if I can. The plane was alright. That’s 15 trips now…really, just ONE More to go.
The first shows are tomorrow. I am really tired. I hope things go well. I need a good night to happen.
Way earlier than I want. I would kill for 3 days to just do nothing. This whole week was completely outer limits busy, the “days off” between tour legs. I mean I am exhausted, brain dead busy. Crying to let off stress busy. BUSY. And I am still buried, though we are making an organized plan of it so I am feeing better in some ways. It’s still fun, don’t misunderstand, but it’s a LOT of work for me. The work of many folks on one pair of shoulders. I’m drained.
I still have a lot to do before that plane takes off tomorrow. Plane. LeSigh.
Making bunches of dinners for DLJ, packing, weeding, trying to finish jewelry, laundry, should make a few hotel reservations, and SPEND TIME WITH DLJ. I have been home for 10 days and it doesn’t feel like it. Home but not home.
When it gets bad, I just remember that it’s over in less than a month. Sure, there will still be a lot to do after…but not like THIS. And everything that happens…is good for the book. That’s my mantra when eyeball deep in stress and lists of things to do. Just like “ball bearings and updrafts” is my mantra on the plane when it bounces all over.
Still. It’s exciting. New cities, old haunts, a few old friends and some new ones. I’m looking forward to seeing the crew again. I made us all official laminates as a momento and to wear so we look cool. :p
Most important tonight is DLJ, resting, sleeping, and getting my music in order. Thousands of car miles ahead of us.