Blistering Solos

After two days of vigorous cleaning, painting, sanding, rearranging and shining up, I've had a few hours. It's been spent, largely, listening to metal and folk music, though very little Folk metal.

My two groups of choice have been Lord Huron and something between Iron Maiden and Metallica. Both genres seem to have a way of reinvigorating me mentally.

Metal has always tapped into they youthfully fervent need to express, and folk is my older self enjoying how that idea of self expression doesn't have to be done through blistering solos  and thrashing drums. Although I do recommend it once an a while.

Those who say "it's not music its just noise" I'm sure can't find the rhythm or melody in the inesity and that is just fine. It always reminds me of a racing heart.

But away, I've had a few wee adventures. Been out to the Silver Sands of Morar, and seen some lovely coral based beach, though it were not bikini weather, that's for sure.

Went east to visit me mummy in-law and had lots of sun and nice chat. I discovered on the way over that I am, in fact a snow snob. I have every right to be. I've seen my first snow plow and it was a tonka truck compared to the ones back home. It was no where near any snow and when we did, at long last, come across a rather thick patch in the mountains, it was in the opposite direction of the little buggers travels. I haven't seen the worst of the worst when it comes to snow weather in the mountains and I know mountain weather is a beast to be reckoned with. BUT. If its really only in a few isolated areas, then that Tonka Truck should have the sweetest gig of backing up and over the hill umpteen times a day.

I got two lessons on driving in standard. No innocents have been maimed on side walks yet, but its early days and I have high hopes. My teacher is a pretty patient man, though.

Another adventure took me on a walk with the Friends of Nevis Historiacal walk of Fort William. Very interesting little tidbitty adventure with a few friends thrown in for fun. A few slices of info I knew. The geology was fascinating, and it was really nice to feel the learning engine rev again. I learned a fair bit about the area, though I wished there had been more about the Scottish Wars of Independence for a pretty big battle with Robert the Bruce happened not to far from Inverlochy.

Ach Well.

Also Also! Started more bloody cushions. As if I needed more. But it keeps me hands busy. I was listening to The Drawing of Three by Stephen King on audio book in the mean time.

I have to hammer something out this evening though. I've listen to enough Maiden lyrics and mad rifts that I want to build a wicker man in my stories some where. And my Pieces novel is looking more provocative with its history, guns and Death, the great equalizer of Men.

Book I'm currently reading with my eyes: Gloryland by Shelton Johnson, park ranger in Yosimite national park. Its a very interesting read. Came to him via the Ken Burns documentary about National parks, which is something most people should really take a gander at!

Room Prepped and new second hand stuff discovered!