My darlings – I’m scrambling on this post because I have been up to my eyeballs in classwork, exams, grabbing plants from the impending Black Frost…Life is just a Bag of Tricks, innit?
It’s freezing/raining/cold/dank/dark/icky outside. And while I’ll be fine in a few weeks, the first onset of this type of weather is nearly paralyzing. I’m sitting here, swathed in about 3 layers of clothes, socks & tie shoes (essential for toasty feet) and I was trying so hard to feel sorry for myself, then Ahmad Jamal’s ‘Saturday Morning’ came up in the queue and well, that put paid to THAT! I consider Ahmad Jamal to be a World Treasure (he was designated a Living Jazz Legend by the Kennedy Center and that’s okay by me!) and have adored his music, ever since my dad introduced me to his At the Pershing album. I was 6 years old. It felt like somebody opened a door to the heavens. I didn’t even know what I was hearing – just that it was transporting! He’s now about 542billion years old (okay, he’s 87 ) – but you know how some people kind of fall apart as they age? M. Jamal seems to just distill more and more into this ‘essence’ of himself, both physically and in his performances. Little movements guide his musicians, as if he’s telepathically linked to them (prolly is, for all I know). And he has a symbiotic, near-umbilical connection to the piano that has only strengthened through his years. And he’s even more fabulous at 87 than he was when he was 30.
Can you tell I adore him? Always have. Always will. He will not always be here but he will always be here.
I imagine he wears a sandalwood/patchouli oil – not hippie, just something very earthy that was given him on his travels East. Maybe with a touch of oud.
Another Musing: I AM NOW A CERTIFIED OSHA QUEEN! After a LONG slog through the 30hr Construction Certification Course, I ACED the final! Y’all just don’t know – I had to take a sedative to get through Confined Space and when we got to Scaffolding it was if my brain just ….left. But I passed all the classes and my surprise at ACING (did I mention I ACED it) the final was a GASP! heard round the world~
But~ you’re only as good as your last certification – and now it’s on to MSHA (Mine Safety) – we are heading into doing support work for mines (mostly sand) and in order to even be able to go onsite at a mining operating without continuous supervision, we have to be MSHA-certified. I have heard it makes Boring look exciting but you know what? Eh. I can DEW EET! I am that girl who loves to see if she can test out! I’m also taking a course in reading construction blueprints – sounds like an easy one, right? WRONG! Freaks put all SORTS of stuff in those damb prints and it’s like divining from tea leaves some times. So. I’m a bit apprehensive but I figure learning is better than not learning. Though I really do suck at reading prints.
One of my customers took the course at the same time and we laughed at our ‘real’ takeaway (because we both spend a lot of time onsite) – it’s a wonder any of us make it out of there in one piece. Construction is TERRIFYING!
Any thoughts on what to wear to the sand mine? I’m thinking of Tauer’s lovely L’air du Desert Marocain (of course) but also Surrender to Chance’s amazing and GLORIOUS ‘Coldwater Canyon’ by Dominique Dubrana (AbdesSalaam Attar).
I’m all outta time, here and this post is full of a whole lotta NOTHING! So. To reward you for slogging through this with me, tell me a quickie story – is it cold where you are? hot? whatchadoin’? I’ll have The Girl pull a winner or two and we’ll send you some fun. Gosh, you guys are so nice, to let me limp through this post – but I have to go argue with Network Solutions – somebody has gone in and changed my email password AGAIN! And I have 6 projects out there, awaiting award. I NNNEEEED mah email!!!! Sometimes, technology is Not Our Friend.