Things are a bit turbulent in my life these days. My husband suffered a serious accident and much of my time, energy and thoughts are dealing with the aftermath of that. Most of the “heavy lifting” part came immediately after when I was helping my sister with 1st night seder for 26, then my 2nd night seder for 16, Pesach brunch on Sunday, and putting back all the tables, furniture, dishes, etc. on Sunday and Monday. Yeah, some people will do ANYTHING not to help. *laughing* But since my husband already helped with a ton of the preparatory cleaning, his timing wasn’t all THAT escapist.

I’ve not been inworld much lately. I mostly get there for Friday nights at Tribeca and maybe another evening or two for some music or a chat. Since the accident, I’ve been inworld every night. It is my community, my support network. Immediately after the accident, people were in an out of our house for three days. They were visiting my husband and here for the holiday. But then comes Monday and everyone goes back to their routine. Except for the 2 of us. Our routine is a bit disrupted. So we get a few phone calls, a few emails, a few pokes on Facebook and that is as it should be. But I find that I am craving some sort of balm for my stress. I’m finding it inworld.

I don’t know how you get people to survive the first hour experience. I don’t know what makes one person decide to live in SL and another decide to leave. All I know is that I am still at home in SL. This is still one of my major communities, one of my major networks of support and love. There is nearly always a friend online. I can reach out to a friend and say – please, come dance with me, I need to feel arms holding me for a bit. I have friends who give me virtual hugs which I can feel on my skin. I have friends who will distract me with chat or listen to me vent my frustrations with the medical process. Always there is the music. I have blues music playing on my home property if I don’t want to interact beyond a chat. I go to FogBound where there is always a DJ playing fantastic music. I am a regular, a Fogette, and there is always someone there to say “heya Ahuva, how are you today?”. Monday nights I usually catch Taunter performing live. Last night karma was kind and one of my favorite live performers returned to SL.

Last night (BigJim Allerhand (BigJim Adam in RL) returned to Club CTO. He’s been absent awhile now while he was winning acclamation in the physical world. He was playing with Uncle Leeeroy and CharlieJosh Digfoot. They play blues and pickin’ til you are moving right along, playing the air washboard. You know a musician is A-1 quality when the other SL musicians are there in the crowd. Taunter left for her own performance before I snapped the photo, but there is at least one other big-name SL musician in that crowd, not including club owner Cranston Yordstorm. There were a lot of familiar faces there – folk that I see when I’m listening to Von Johin and Ziffy Zarf and Noma Falta and other top-notch performers.

Yep, I’m going to be inworld again tonight (after I do this evening’s running about). I’ll be sure to stop in at FogBound and then be wherever the music takes me. My sanctuary of sound.

Now Comes Music Time

Bleached the basement floor.
Bleached the basement steps.
Started getting some laundry done now that I can move in the basement.
Cleared the deck of branches and leaves and debris.
Got the lawn cut (hah! I did the trim by what used to be flowers, and hired someone to cut the rest)
Left a message with the cleanup company. Oh – guess it’s time to do that again.
Spoke to the township about when/how to dispose of the carpet lining my driveway.

My brain isn’t working. I stare at text glassy-eyed, trying to make sense of what I’m seeing. I hurt from an injury and from all the lugging and dragging. I’m still exhausted. I have a non-stop headache. Not only from all this flood-nonsense and the physical pain, but from the ceaseless sound of fans blowing in the basement. And from the construction behind me at my neighbor’s house. Right now heaven would be a long peaceful nap in a very very tranquil environment.

So at the end of the day, I did what I could to relax. I headed to Buddy’s Bar to hear Ziffy Zarf and Guitar Southpaw play that country rock and blues. Bliss. My favorite moment came when they segued into a great rendition of Buffalo Springfield’s “For What It’s Worth” and then segued into Donovan’s “Season of the Witch”. Absolutely great. At that point I had enough energy to deal with more laundry and feed the animals and feed myself. I keep forgetting to eat. And yet I’m not losing weight. Sigh. Then back into SL for BigJim Allerhand and Tabasco at Club CTO at Marathon Caye. CTO is Cranston Yordstorm’s club. I got there a little early for BigJim and Tabasco and discovered that Cranston is an VERY fine singer, rocking the place with swing tunes. From there to Fogbound where Callipygian Christensen was DJ’ing.

After that music infusion, I was able to sleep a bit. Because, of course, there’s always tomorrow.