“You don’t write, you don’t call.”
I was feeling very neglected-mother last week, wondering what it would take to have a longer than two minute conversation with my daughter. Was she avoiding me?
Knowing she has two jobs…a new band with their first gig coming up…a boyfriend, I still thought “maybe she just doesn’t like me anymore.”
Then it hit me. She’s busy! She’s happy, doing what she’s been wanting to do. Isn’t that the goal? I relaxed. And then, magically, she called.
It would be the same for me, if my mom were still around. She’d probably wonder why I haven’t been to visit. I talked to my dad the other day, telling him what I’ve been up to:
I’ve worked a few full shifts at the bookstore/bar. My Saturday coworker is a young Japanese guy who used to live in Brooklyn and moved up the Hudson. It’s fun, pouring good beer and talking books with customers. The time goes fast – I love looking at all the people: weekend visitors from the city, a little older with money; younger artist types stretching one beer; couples with young children who curl up in the corner armchair with some classic while the parents browse.
Last Saturday Eric picked me up after work and we headed to Chatham, a pretty town, more fancy than our side of the river, to see “The Artist” at the local cinema that’s always $5. I felt like crying through the whole thing. Partly because the movie was an absolute wonder, partly because I was so happy to be in a theatre full of people sharing the experience.
The next day we went up into the mountains, fifteen or twenty minutes from our house, where there are waterfalls and skiing and odd mountain boarding houses, motels, cafes and bars. There’s always something new to see and do around here – one small town after another, each with its own unique character. I ended up in the Irish Catskills this week, a bizarre enclave of shanty-looking Irish-American summer cottages and pubs and motels with shamrock motifs. Then it was back over to Hudson with the mid-century antiques and vintage clothes.
At home, Eric and I have been making good progress on a new album. We had our friend Chris Butler up to play drums on some songs, the first outside musician on one of our records. I think we have twelve songs getting close to being finished. There’s a lot to do on the house, and now that spring is here, the garden, but got to get the record done to get some money flowing.
I explained to my dad that we were looking forward to visiting. But that it’ll have to wait a little while, what with the record and the house and the job. He said he understood completely.