It is jazz band season. Did you know there was a season for jazz? Early morning rehearsals, late evening rehearsals, traveling to competitions. This does not include me, only my husband. Which is odd, since I have a Masters in Jazz, but isn’t that just the way life turns out? This is the time of year I generally hunker down inside watching movies like some terrible recluse, alone and trying not to spend any money, dreaming of the upcoming spring when I can go on walks and runs and do yard work.
It’s not always so bad to be lonely. Tyler told me once that one of his first impressions of me was that I was lonely and maybe a little sad. He met me during the month of January, so I certainly don’t doubt I exuded those particular emotions. January and February in the rural Midwest are a cacophony of ice and snow and below freezing temps that can isolate even the most fervent introvert.
It’s like being a nowhere man.
But as I advance in years, I have learned that the phrase, this too shall pass, does have some footing in the truth. And I’ve learned today, that despite all of the winter blues that exist during the season of jazz, your own shit doesn’t necessarily matter. Because it will pass and better to focus that energy on doing something for others. Or at least not being a brat.
Tyler has been putting the floor down. It’s kind of loud. But loud only in the way that loudness is amplified when you are surrounded by silence. It’s beautiful though.
Because of its very light color, we both decided it gives the house a real Scandinavian quality. I’m a bit Norwegian and Swedish (but let’s be honest, I visibly resemble my Irish/Scots roots much more) and Tyler is Swedish and Danish (I believe), so this seems appropriate.
It’s really nice to have that awful plaster dust covered up on in another part of the house. But since we are living in the house, while the fella puts the floor down, it has made for some cringeworthy feng sui.
But the days move on, and one piece is added at a time to the floor. And eventually, like the siding, the house will be covered. And this too shall pass.