Some sort of parent day
The sum of things that i experienced today are kinda hard to express neatly .
But today was entirely grand . . . no doubt about it .
I stumbled into a gathering of pipe organ enthusiasts all packed into a huge church yard. They all sat around and shared stories about amazing organ concerts they’ve seen and heard, about their ideas on modifying pianos to have foot pedals, about the history of pipe organs and how the first known pipe organ had 11,000 pipes, all made of wood . . . and built by hand. The sun was setting and i couldn’t help but smile a little .
Previously , the idea came into my mind to create a series of short stories based on experiences in a locker room .
I forgot how funny locker rooms are until today when i saw a man with a birthmark on his buttock . This normally wouldn’t make me think twice , but it turned out it was the same exact shape and size as a birthmark i have on my back. I went up and showed him my birthmark and told him it was just like his , and now we’re friends for life .
I didn’t expect to be visited by my father today , but he showed up none the less , even though its mothers day . i met him on Berkeley’s campus . he was just sitting in a field , using a funny accent , a lisp of sorts . but it didn’t trick me and i knew it was him , so he gave up and walked away soon after telling me
“you have to keep inventing things . it doesn’t matter if you’re 70 or 100 , thats what keeps you going .”
