So the last album of Johnny Cash’s work is going to be released on July 4th. I’ve been listening to the songs for a few weeks now, and they are very blues mixed with southern folk, which is perfect. A great rememberance album for my all-time musical inspiration. The last song he ever wrote, “Like the 309″ is on this album. Some very snappy rhythms and that classic american Johnny Cash voice. I’m just all excited.

This is where I’d end up:
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I love listening to my dad singing to old country music like Conway Twitty when he’s doing dishes or something. It makes me feel like a little girl again.

On Friday a lady came into work that apparently does the “quality assurance” stuff for the company. She works from home, and sees if she can break and find flaws in the work that we do. She introduced herself to me and said that she heard a lot of great things about me, especially the previous Wednesday when people were raving about me.

Good to hear, though I don’t know what I could have done to instigate that.

Today they gave away a bunch of company “stuff.” T-shirts, hoodies, bags, office supplies, etc. I myself got a new bag and metal form holder with the recording studios logo on it. They also keep candy (good stuff too like M&M’s, cookies) and free soda in the fridge to share with everyone. I imagine some of the employees donate goods like these (though I keep forgetting to stop by the store to pick some up), but still, it shows the type of environment they create here.

I’m just repetatively in awe at how awesome this company is.

A close friend of mine almost commited suicide last week.

Another friend of mine, Jake, said his wife left him not long ago.

We may have a harassment issue going on at the Grove.

I feel like I don’t even know my sister anymore.

And I’m lonely, dammit.

Rain.

And it rained…….and it rained……..and it rained.

Today we had our Summer Solstice/Midsummer ritual at the Grove and it rained. (Pictures and a large video with me drummin in the background)

We set up our ritual space with a cloudy sky outside in the sanctuary. We also put up several large umbrellas, but to no avail. Eventually we just gave up and everyone got soaked. I was hot and humid before the ritual, but when the rain came pouring down, it felt very good on my skin and bare feet. So we got soaked. Everyone, not just a few of us. I drummed in the rain, we stomped in large puddles, we sang in the rain, we praised Dionysus and Selene in the rain. We told the history of CedarLight Grove in the rain, since Midsummer of 1989 is when this Grove was started, 17 years ago. This was our birthday, and we celebrated it in style.

There’s something very spiritual for me about drumming soaked in the rain.

My sister was wary about participating in ritual, because she doesn’t find them very interesting. But since Midsummer is generally our fools right each year, and this one was particularly fun and full of mud and water, she had a good time.

I also got a white gargoyle statue, and since my sweetheart loves gargoyles, I think I’ll name it after him.

On the way home we sang silly songs and pretended to be thugs in my mustang, and now we’re curled up in dry clothes (and my hair always looks really cute and curly from the rain).

I’ve slept probably 4 hours every day this week, which is really starting to suck.

Last night was the loudest thunder that my father and I have ever heard. I mean I had to cover my ears it was so loud, and the entire house shook violently, it was quite scary. It woke my father and I out of a dead sleep, and it kept on like that for a good while. My Son ran in and jumped on my bed (which he’s never done) and seemed to be having anxiety problems from it.

Apparently it’s supposed to be like this all weekend, so no sleep for me.

My sister is coming down this weekend, and I’ll be taking her to the Midsummer ritual on Saturday. I don’t know if I can stay Sunday or not, because I have too much to do at home. Driving down to Baltimore last night just ate up too much gas and time.