I step into the shower this morning, turn the hot water all the way on, open the cold ever so slightly and move the knob incrementally back and forth with little success. That perfect temperature is elusive. Frustratingly elusive. But I keep pursuing “the green light, the orgiastic future” by turning the knob left and right and right and left until… I hear my beautiful wife in the kitchen, smell the chorizo cooking with eggs and feel gratitude wash over me as I realize I’m no longer turning the knob and the water is just right.
Later I head over to Livengood Feeds to pick up 5 bails of coastal. I walk into the store for the purchase, then drive over to the trailer where they keep the hay. The employees are always friendly but today even more so. I start to feel as though I’m on a float in the Chisholm Trail Roundup Parade, waving from my elbow and smiling with my eyes. I finally look down, wondering if someone slipped a CTR Queen sash around my shoulder. But no, just an old snap shirt and worn out Vans.
Before long I’m downtown picking up Jana Horn’s LP at Bluebonnet Records. The gentleman behind the counter is kind enough to play Jana’s album in the store, while I shop a bit. He seems genuinely interested in what I have to say about music, even though he’s the professional musician, not me. It’s a nice feeling.