If I could just read a book while I was at work, I wouldn’t blog such meaningless sludge.  

Did I mention that I bought a new Chris Thile CD?  Well actually – I preordered his new CD (Bass & Mandolin with Edgar Meyer) and went ahead and ordered another one while I was there – Bach Sonatas and Partitas, Vol 1.  I downloaded the latter onto my work computer (because, you know, I bought it at work), then tried to download it straight onto my phone.  I tried doing this 4 times, and it would just not work.  I guess the file was too large?  I don’t know – stupid phone didn’t even tell me why it was failing me.  So I decided to just go home and download it onto an actual computer with iTunes.  Come to find out, I only had 5 available downloads and had already managed to “use” them all.  

THAT SAID, I’m listening to my other Chris Thile albums on shuffle now (the Inside Llewyn Davis soundtrack was too hard to not sing along with, so I had to switch to something instrumental).  I just love his instrumental music (can take or leave the stuff he sings on, heh).  Makes me want to go lie down in the middle of a forest or a field or anywhere away (or at least hidden) from civilization.  

Instead, you know, I’m sitting in a cubicle.  I bought myself some pink spray roses today which help some, but not a ton.  The atmosphere is not good for flowers.  I think I need an easy chair and a lamp, maybe.  Bamboo accessories?  (Do you know how much bamboo desk accessories cost??  There’s a reason I’m using the stuff that came with the desk.)

Anyway, I guess that’s all.  

Cummins Falls, and laundry, mostly.

I’m not exactly feeling inspired to write, and I’m trying to decide whether that means I shouldn’t write, or that I should.  

I just kind of felt like writing about my weekend.  

Anyway, weekend.  Went to Cummins Falls on Saturday, which is a great little waterfall/swimming hole outside of Cookeville.  Here’s a picture.


Now, picture 200+ people milling about on the rocks or swimming in the water, and you’ve got a good idea of how popular this place was last Saturday.  The trail to get down to the falls was more crowded than Radnor Lake trails, if you can imagine.  

Now, because I am great at planning ahead, I work jeans and a cami and a t-shirt, just like about 5% of the other 200+ people there.  The rest of them were in swimsuits.  Which was a good idea.  After managing to not slip and fall on the rocks even once, and watching Stephen stand underneath the waterfall, I decided that I didn’t give a fuck about being “dry” anymore (I wasn’t) and got into the water too.  SO WORTH IT.  Even if my jeans were completely soaking wet the whole rest of the day.  Didn’t matter.  Didn’t mind any of the people after that, either – we were all there for the same reason and all enjoying the same thing. The main waterfall was cold and exhilarating, but getting close/under made it almost impossible to see or breath. The series of smaller waterfalls, though, were lovely and cool and sitting underneath them felt like an embrace.  

I have such a love/hate relationship with people sometimes!  They can be so lovable and wonderful and the reason for staying alive, but they can also be horrible and stupid and make you want to die.  Eh.

Anyway, afterwards had too much Mexican food and margaritas and slept REALLY well that night.

Yesterday I did laundry, and I might go do some more today.  I probably need to mow my lawn soon too, but it really isn’t very bad at all yet.  Need to refill a prescription, and also need to go grocery shopping.  Might do all that this afternoon after I start a load of laundry.  Oh, also need to fold and put away the clean clothes from yesterday.  Stupid laundry.

This is such a good soundtrack.