Well, I will have to say that one of the good things that has come out of my recent accident is that I've felt inspired to play more guitar. I've been having a lot of very vivid dreams as well, thankfully none about the accident, and I've been dreaming about expanding my repertoire of cover songs. I also dreamt about a shotgun house in Louisiana. Not sure what that's about. I've been working on some of the more simple songs in the folk/pop genre, occasionally branching out with attempts at Skip James' more popular tunes (so far have not mastered any of these, but my Epiphone is still tuned to DADFAD for Hard Floor Killing Blues). The unfortunate thing about all of this is that because my car is no longer in existence I must carry everything I own on my back, and carrying a guitar around is quite cumbersome, at best.
It's nice, in a way, being trapped at my folks' house. I get an endless supply of free food and drink, can sleep as much as I want, don't have to work, and yesterday my little brother and I engaged in an epic water fight in the inflatable pool.
As much as I'd love to stay here in limbo for the rest of my life I need to start looking at train schedules to get me back to Rhinebeck. So far it looks like at least a ten hour ride. I have to work out how I'm going to get to Cleveland by 5am.
