Yesterday rain cancelled both my gigs.
Today, Rain Fatigue Syndrome (RFS) resulted in two phone calls telling me to stay home.
Well, it is the week before Christmas. In years past, the works stops early November. So, this is only a surprise to the part of me still wanting to believe the “show will go on forever.”
But there is a beam of light piercing the cold, gray sky. If someone was here with me, they’d call it my ray of hope, my silver lining. Maybe a way to turn my “frown upside down.”
This weekend with out pay will give me time for writing and catching up with family and friends.
It will also give me a chance to busk the sidewalks of this faded city. A chance to set up on the main street/highway and talk trash and “ho, ho, ho” with tourist folks who pass by in their cars on their way to outlet malls, overpriced seafood restaurants and Swank Hotels 10 to 12 miles to the east.
Places where I’d be driving if I hadn’t been told not to bother.