A Living Magazine - Day 349 - Homecoming - Nashua: Restless in Nashua

I woke up midway through night and felt as though rain had filled up the area and was now flooding into the tent. This was very bizarre considering that it was a completely clear sky. I checked my watch, it was 2:59 a.m. Seems to be my lucky, or unlucky, hour. I fell back asleep. When I woke up next it was dawn. Ironically, I was now afraid it might actually rain. Clouds had covered the sky. 

I packed up and was on my commute by 6:45 a.m. As with the first two days, this was a clone. There is never much to report when I spend over ten hours writing. 

In the evening I left, feeling a bit empty. The sky looked the same as it had when I'd arrived at Market Basket...

I went to 7-Eleven and bought a beer, then headed back to the sleep spot. I sipped it slowly after setting up the tent.

When it got dark, I heard a band playing outside the Crown Plaza Hotel, just across the street. I was listening to them and they sounded pretty good. Feeling restless on this Friday night, I finished my beer and - with a touch of Dutch courage - I walked out onto the road, crossed it and went straight up to the patio...

Speaker's Corner Bistro

Unfortunately, the band had just gone on break. Filling in during intermission was some guy on an acoustic guitar, singing all the cliches. He played well, and his singing was good, but the keyboardist backing him up screwed up constantly. Obviously, they had not practiced, or maybe never played together before. The singer/guitarist also kept screwing up the words. The patio was full of people, and the sound system was very nice and clear, but the crowd never once clapped for this lame duo...

"Margaritaville" played so wrong.

I didn't have the patience to wait around for the band to come back and I didn't want to spend more money, by going in. So, I turned right around and walked back to my tent. 

Dissatisfaction settled like fog in my mind. And, in some ways it hasn't left, even up to the day I write this. I didn't want to go to sleep. I wanted to party and socialize. I wanted to play music again. I wanted to get back to my recorder. I wanted to feel human again. 

I seemed to be sliding under the dock, while trying to climb out of the water. I wanted a CHOICE again about being able to live like a regular person. But, we all know, don't we?

Beggars can't be choosers.