I got Adam to pick up a yoga dvd from his work. We’ve now gone through the dvd twice, once on Sunday and again this evening after work. We rather need a second yoga mat – our floor is not good for yoga without one. The palms of my hands are killing me. I think he’s enjoying the yoga though. Or at least not hating it, and that’s something.
Huffy has been in the shop since Friday. Something about a part for they power steering pump they needed not coming in on Saturday, getting re-ordered, then not making it in until this morning sometime. They have apparently fixed the issue (also known as the hideous noise coming from under the hood – likely demons) and given huffy an oil change and general tune-up. $400 later and we’re thinking about grounding huffy for a while for bad behaviour.
Adam’s work is currently kind of weird. He’s on these contracts that last a week, three weeks, a month, etc., and in between getting sent back to his job at the service centre. He’s becoming very frustrated with being shuffled around from place to place where he’s useful, without anyone really committing to giving him a real full time position. I think his work might have commitment issues, and really all he wants is someone to go steady with…
I haven’t been good at listening the past couple of weeks. I’m going to work on that.
I quit being self-sacrificing and went ahead and got a ticket to the BNL show on Feb. 2nd. Enough with the telling Adam he can buy games and then feeling guilty for wanting to spend money on a ticket that I really, really want. We went to the Billy Talent / Rise Against / Anti-flag / Moneen show last week, and being in that arena full of punk bands and teenagers full of that energy that only comes from seeing a band you love made me want desperately to go see one of my bands. I do like Billy Talent, but the shows where I know the words to every song – those bring me to a place of joy that I can’t really explain.
The most interesting thing for me personally about the Billy Talent show is the impact that absorbing all that energy has on me. I’m a sponge for emotions, and I have been for as long as I can remember. In an arena where a huge crowd is feeling so much of the same emotion, it has the most amazing effect on me – I got overwhelmed over and over again as waves of that energy hit me in full force. It was enough to make me cry, over and over again. I kept having to hide and pretend I had something in my eye to get rid of another tear. It wasn’t a sad thing, not at all… just an overflow of passion and positive energy that I couldn’t contain.
It’s addictive. I want more. I’m listening now.