Tuesday has become my Sunday of sorts. I work Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday, Sunday and the occasional Friday. That leaves Monday and Tuesdays as my default weekend. Since on this schedule Monday has become my day of rest while Tuesday has consisted of taking time to visit breweries, bars and other establishments that I would normally do a real weekend. It’s also times like this that I enjoy writing.
My own house has become difficult to write in for extended periods of time. Little sounds annoy me and take away my concentration quicker than Ricky Henderson’s jump off first. (Is that still relevant?) The washer and dryer are loud and nearly constant in order to wash my work clothes. The chair that I normally sit in now squeaks with even the tiniest of movements. The next door neighbors renovating their house has brought Bobcats, jackhammers, power saws and all of Bob Villa’s wet dreams out for all to hear. Because of this I have found places outside of the house to be more inviting of an environment to put digital pen to digital paper.
The tone of people talking in the background of a bar or brewery are soothing, it’s my white noise. Being in a brewery is even more calming. Kegs hitting the floor or clanging off one another are birds chirping. The sound of Co2 while kegs fill or beer transfers is the hum of electricity that we all seemingly forget about.