Sunday, I had studio time. Not my own, but more work on the CD I mentioned a while ago. The band is called Desmond Drive, something I wasn’t sure of the last time I mentioned it. I’m still getting over my cold but managed to keep it together to do the vocals for them. It was me, Becky Shaw and someone who’s in the band doing a lot of three-part harmonies. The interesting thing was that, for each section we’d do, we seemed to alternate who was doing the low, medium, and high parts. This time I was paid, and well so. Which was good because while I was out Sarah’s car had a small fire so now we can afford to get it fixed.
Christmas does not exist much for me this year. It’s kind of sad. I explained a while back what usually occurs during the month of Christmas for us, but I posted that just before losing my job. It was going to be a lean year for gifts anyway, and that pretty much sealed the deal, preventing us from being able to get ANYTHING for ANYONE (which is not the usual guilt, it’s disappointment, because one of the things I feed off of during the holidays is the GIVING. I like it much better than the receiving). But I still assumed the festivities would occur. But between the job search, being sick, and other assorteds, there haven’t been too many available nights, and it seems to have fallen by the wayside. The fest on Christmas Eve is still on, I believe, but it looks like there will only be 4 people staying over that night (all very good friends, that’s not the point), and their situations being similar to ours our tree is and will most likely remain very bare. We always knew that at some point people would want to start having Christmas at their own house, but I don’t think we knew it would happen all at once. It’s just served to add to an already surreal time for me. It’s not even so much that I’m sad for it passing, it feels more like it’s not December. Like, for some reason I’ve mistakenly put up a tree way too early, or way too late.