has left the building.
I’ll miss her.
Clarification: Canadienne had a blog. She has decided to put an end to the blog. For those of you who were wondering.
Yes. Today is Tuesday. Yes, this means I’m at Coffeetopia. Yes, I will admit it; I am drinking more coffee these days. And I feel no shame. Or very little shame. Or at least I’m in shame denial. Yeah. That’s most likely.
Coffee really didn’t taste great for a time, but it’s back to tasting just dandy, and this is “my” Tuesday place, and and and … oh yes! … I had filled in my Coffeetopia card so it was time for a free whatever. I’m having a Borgia. With no whip cream, mind you. (I don’t like whip cream on my coffee … it belongs elsewhere, if you ask me.) And attempting to relax and forget about the things I need to get accomplished. (I’m attempting accomplishment denial to match the shame one I’ve got going.)
With all my sewing yesterday, I wore only my mom hat for a full day, although not a good enough hat that I actually cooked dinner; poor Dan came home from a full day of work and had to put something together because once I start to sew a costume I have to keep going. It’s just the way I am. Or could this be responsibility denial? No … can’t be! I did offer to cook, if he preferred to sew instead. He seemed to think that was a poor idea. I believe he’s forgotten that he used to sew Frostline kits. Or maybe he didn’t want to admit it. Hmmm. But of course a Frostline kit isn’t the same as a Civil War era pair of pants.
Anyway, the mom hat was sticking with me through the night I guess. Or else it was the big “no-no” of having ice cream after 9:00 at night. But I couldn’t sleep. Rotten night. At 3:00 AM I finally got up and took a hot shower, which tends to make me drowsy. Ahhh … sleep! Then I woke up later than I planned, and couldn’t don the mom hat for even the fifteen minutes it takes to get Jameson to school. Bad me.
So now it’s back to music & teacher hats. At least until tonight when Jameson performs in the school’s “Mozart & Motown” concert.
I think most musicians wear a lot of hats. I suppose most people do, really. It’s just that we have to change them so quickly, and so often during the course of one day.
Or maybe I’m just bad at changing hats. I dunno.
What a silly ramble. I am not in denial about that!
Perfectly and painfully encapsulating in reality this conundrum, today I am punished for yesterday’s pleasure with a significant amount of sunburn, which could have been avoided so easily. I have tried to atone by spending spectacular amounts of money on aloe lotions. It is clear to one and all from my vivid face that I am a beach novice who fell into the stupidest of traps, and so this morning I put on my Johann Sebastian Bach T-shirt as a way of explaining. “You see, everybody, I’m really a classical musician and I think about Bach a lot and that’s why I forgot to put on sunscreen.” Perhaps though people won’t read so deeply into the shirt as I imagine, and they will just see a sunburned fool.
-Jeremy Denk
Please read the rest of his blog today. It’s wonderful! I’d post the whole things here but … well … just go read it at his place ( called Think Denk), okay?
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… so NOT what I want to be doing!
But, alas, I have costume work to do. Today was over ten hours of sewing. I’ve made a vest (plaid, and lined too) and a pair of Civil War style pants that were far too complicated. It certainly wasn’t fun, but at least I’m getting my chore over with. (Do I get mom points for this, I wonder?) I now have a few more things to sew. But not until Thursday; tomorrow and Wednesday are for teaching and English horn work. No matter what.
I hope.
I used to enjoy sewing. A lot. I used to enjoy working on my poetry too. (I keep hoping that will return.) And I used to love doing cross stitch. Oh, and I went through a phase where I made and sold earrings and barrettes. I am what I call a “hopper” … I hop from hobby to hobby. I guess I get bored after a while. (Although the cross stitch ended because of hand damage.)
Music is the only thing that I’ve not hopped to or from. I think part of the reason for this (aside from the fact that it is my profession!), is that it offers such variety. There is never any reason to get bored, really. I have opera, I have symphony, I have ballet (which can be good or bad!), I have chamber music. The list of composers is endless. And so much is so wonderful I can hardly express how the music makes me feel. I have great students, too.
It’s a good life! 🙂
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So Bohème is over. I never grow weary of the music. It is just a great opera to play and I will certainly miss it.
Now I have a week off of performing (just in time for me to sew costumes for our son who will be Toad in “Frog & Toad”) and then Prokofiev’s Romeo and Juliet. Woo hoo! More great music!
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I just have to say that this was a very good week for my oboe students. I was so impressed with how well they played, and a few are moving so quickly I’m thrilled. I moved three students to longer lessons much sooner than I usually do; they are doing great!
Teaching is a joy. Yes, there are times when I get frustrated; when a student doesn’t practice (and believe me, I know if you’ve not put in the time!) the lesson can feel more like a practice session. I prefer to teach, not to assist a student in practice, of course. But I so enjoy working with students, seeing and hearing them improve, and our “dessert” of duets is lots of fun. Sometimes I say goodbye to a student and I just want to do a happy dance because of how well the student did. Lucky for all, I don’t actually DO that happy dance! 😉
So hoorah for the opportunity to teach. Bravi to all my students. And keep up the good work!
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I do such silly things sometimes. Call me a goof! But the latest—the Nohari window thing—was a silly idea.
Sometimes I feel the need to bare all and show all my faults.
Sometimes I need to ignore what I feel!
I’ve removed the link … if you want to tell me about my weaknesses, which are many, you can easily send me an email. Go for it. 🙂
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