Silence?!  Alas! A vacuum has been created throughout the great chambers and corridors of this Old Manse, for it has been the scene of much hustle and bustle in the space of this week-end.  Personages from every walk of life have either congregated here, making their presence known, or passed through as a spirit in haste – I never even finding the occasion to make their acquaintance.  This evening I am once again in a physical state of solitude, yet accompanied still by the memory of the jovial presence of these sporadic comers and goers.  It is a familiar brand of moment when I have become aware that I have lost myself in the vicissitudes of life within a period of days, and am often wont to question my equanimity.  At length, however, I have decided that it is nature’s trademark that all things should occur within the range of balance and chaos.  When we familiarize ourselves with one, it is always the soul’s desire to seek-out the other.  Therefore, I judge not my own spirit’s scattered agenda for these past few days and gladly inherit the task of clean-up.

Among these unconstrained past-times was a recording project for my good compatriot Mr. James Wallace which took up the better part of the week-end’s days.  Numerous instrumentalists did pass through the porte-cochere of the Manse, for as per Mr. Wallace’s request, I had been assigned the role of co-producer, engineer, and percussionist on this project.  The object of our exertions was a piece of music that is slated for release on cassette tape by a Chinese record label.  This is an amusing prospect to me to say the least!  Mr. W and I have come to the consensus that the tape should be manufactured in gold plastic a-la The Legend of Zelda.

Friday evening, I poked my song-saturated head into the dim confines of the Family Wash to clear my musical palate with the sounds of the immensely talented songstress Ms. Jordan Caress.  She projects a beatiful heart-on-her-sleeve, mature vocal timbre which draws one in, to listen intently to her finely-crafted lyrics whether one likes it or not.  I left feeling very much inspired and down-to-Earth.

Saturday night I held a soiree on my grounds to celebrate the birthday of my lovely friend and neighbor Miss Amy Hall.  As we have relatively few mutual acquaintances, my abode was graced with the presence of many unfamiliar guests.  Bessie did revel in the opportunity to garner a bouquet of foreign scents, but I, being more civilized, found the variant personalities to be of greater interest.  In the end, however, it could be said of all present species that enjoyment was had.

Now that we are up-to-speed, I feel obligated to immerse myself in the contrast of this quiet.  Once I have meditated away the day, it is my good intention to sleep undisturbed until such time as this week-end is exalted as a beautiful memory.

Your Host,
Mister Hazelwood