Day 88

Today the habitat-mate sent her music child out into the world.

For years now, she’s been writing a song every Tuesday. She calls the practice (cover your ears, future archivists) “Shitty Song Tuesday,” in accordance with Anne Lamott’s injunction to write shitty first drafts. Now, after months and months of work, she’s satisfied enough with the first collection of songs to call her album simply “Tuesday.”

I’ve been waiting until today to listen to the final versions of her tracks, and it was entirely worth the wait. She’s put together a remarkable group of songs. I’m awfully proud of her. Yet it should be said that a person who can write, arrange, record, and mix her own music is an intimidating draw in a habitat-mate. One has to be on his guard, or he might find the world tapping its toes to his shortcomings.

Were these the golden days, there would be concerts to celebrate the milestone, and parties, too. Isolation rather pops that balloon, as it has done with so many balloons for so many people. There was cake, though!—decadent cupcakes delivered this morning, courtesy of a kind friend.

The songs are free for listening on YouTube, many with videos by the irrepressibly creative Beth Lorio.

The HM has a website as well, though I wouldn’t be surprised if it, along with the internet it runs on, are gone by the time some future archivist unearths these pages from the dust of ages. Kristingordon.com