an addition to the family and other stories

friday mornings at work. 8 am. sun newly risen (kind of...). the only reason i know though of course is getting to work, because at work there is only one window. and it looks out into a common area of the building, so it's just an indoor window to more indoors (great idea there y'all!). despite the lack of sunlight and the initial crawl to get out of bed, however, friday mornings continue to be incredible. usually i arrive at work around 8, open the doors, turn on the lights, and work for a little until most people arrive at 8:30ish. fridays though, the office strolls into it's normal routine around 9, leaving me usually a full hour to work and drink coffee from a little thermos in the silence that only the whir of air conditioners and buzz of fluorescent lights can provide. i think it's probably the most peaceful thing besides sleep. and also, if it lasted anymore than an hour, i probably have my head resting beside my computer asleep.

i have come to realize (again thanks office work) how admirable male socks are, specifically the business-ankle-but-a-little-higher-but-not-high-enough-to-be-knee-socks socks. ankle socks just look lazy (in terms of trying to look a little sophistocated (side comment (cause i never go on tangents!): i can only say this word if i slowly speak each syllable, but i have never been able to pronounce it normally), but if it's just a normal day, nothing in this paragraph applies). knee socks only bring to mind thoughts of postal workers, world war II veterans, and kilt wearing scotsmen. with a nice pair of charcoal colored dockers and some real good shoes, business socks are, to quote flight of the conchords, "business socks."

back to the reason for the title, i didn't mention in the previous entry regarding daniel's visit and the times around the town, but when he came he brought a 'birthday / visiting / whatever-whenever-for-who-knows-what' present better known to the world as a banjo. now i know what you are probably thinking:
"oh. my. goodness. what. the?" or
"um?" or
"wow, let's get out the corn and grits and have ourselves a git down for them barn raising ov'r thurr!"
BUT despite all of these very very very potential comments, it is the most wonderful thing ever. open g tuning on a banjo doesn't leave anything to be desired. he isn't named yet (don't even ask. many many items i own have 'names' for no reason what-so-ever (none however can compete with Jasmin's computer dubbed (i'm almost positive this is it's name) "Oswald")), but that will most likely come soon enough. the bike (see some previous entries for the explanation of how it was bought and some pictures), i have decided, is Zooey, after the second to youngest child in J.D. Salinger's literary Glass family (due to my love for Franny and Zooey and in the novella the character keeps black mollies in a tank at his parent's house. so namely (oh the puns...) the color of the fish and my love of the literature are the bases of the name.). banjo photos will more than likely follow in the future.


sincerely,
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