what i miss

because i feel like being sentimental.

i miss playing. i would kill for a piano right now, with no one around to hear. i'd play la dispute first and second. maybe even third. then i would play moonlight sonata followed by fur elise and anitra's dance. of course they'd all sound like crap because i haven't played in seven months, but that certainly would not stop me. i'd play comptine d'un autre été followed by sur le fil and to finish with flare, i'd pound out a solid hall of the mountain king. then repeat.

i miss pulling up to my dad's house on sundays and seeing tj, bare foot and big grinned, opening the front door and running out to me, making me hurry to park the car and undo the seat belt and get out there. adventures sure to abound.

i miss the solidity of saturdays. kickboxing in the morning, lunch with my mom in the afternoon followed by a walk with ozzie around the lake, coffee at my favorite shop, a show with friends in the evening. a day well spent without any questions of what i *should* be doing. i miss those saturdays alot.

i miss the desert and the high, dry sun, the emaciated landscape of sage and dirt and the smell that matched. reno from snake mountain. reno from any mountain. a downtown of casinos that bumped into a university and the interesting mix of people that resulted. home.

i miss a relatively well defined job and the fluffy dogs and diet dr. pepper that went with it.

other than people,
i don't miss
much else.