oboeinsight

The weather is so much better now. Whew! This means that I actually slept straight through the night. NIce.

I’ve painted my studio. I thought I’d just get started today—maybe do one wall or at least edge things. But the thing is, once I begin I may as well finish because I hate cleaning the roller and brush. So, aside from the touching up I’ll know I’ll have to do, the painting is done. I’m quite happy with the color, too! Wallpapering is next on the agenda.

Dan replaced the ceiling light. It’s amazing how something as simple as a ceiling light can change the way things look, you know?

And I have some new students! What great fun it is to get some new oboists in the studio. It’s even more fun to think they’ll actually really BE in a studio soon!

So lots of exciting news. Lots of good things going on around here.

I really should have thought to take a “before” picture of what will be my studio. But of course I didn’t. And it’s too late now! (When I know I have to do something with a room I usually do something to it that will force me to get to it. In this case it was ripping off the wallpaper border. I’ve also hauled out a ton of furniture and it’s sitting in the hallway which is quite inconvenient. (Yes, I do this all myself … call me muscles! I’ve been thinking, in fact, of dropping my exercise club membership since this sort of work really does qualify as exercise and I’m realizing I can’t continue to pay for the membership anyway.)

So you may get an “after” picture here, but that’s it. Oh well. There are still a few things in the room which don’t allow me to begin the work; Dan has a desk in the room that needs moving and I think it’s too heavy for yours truly. It’s also a nice piece of furniture (we don’t have much of that sort!) and I don’t want to damage it. And the ceiling light has to be changed because … well, this is going to sound very weird … it smells incredibly horrible after being on for about 10 minutes. I can’t work in the room without good light, so I need something up there. One thing I don’t (and won’t) do is any kind of work with electricity. I’m a wimp that way.

I’m also realizing that one thing leads to another. (Duh.) From the soon-to-be studio window I look out on ivy that is growing up the side of the house (I hate ivy!) and it’s nearly reached the window. Can’t have that! So perhaps this weekend (should it not be as hot) I’ll be working there too. (Another great way to get exercise, right?)

Today is my biggest teaching day, so it’s off to exercise (while I still have the membership I’d better use it!) and then it’s oboe time.

And about today’s MQOD: I’ve never heard Brahms’ Violin Concerto in an elevator. Have you?

I found wallpaper at a fabulous price today. (It was returned, so they were selling it at a very good price!) The background is very neutral, with thin gold stripes and a larger black stripe. (I was planning on choosing stripes because I’m not in the mood to do any matching of pattern at all. This should really be a breeze! I also think I’ve found the paint color I want. And I thought I found the carpet, but then I read up on it and found that it wouldn’t be a wise buy; apparently olefin is not a wise choice. I’ve also measured the room, and it seems that while the room is 10’5″ X 11’1″ I have to purchase by the yard. Rats. This means I have to go with 11 X 12.

But first things first. Painting is #1, wallpapering #2. Carpet is last on the list, and may not even be a possibility, what with no playing work and all.

It’s exciting to think about this room. It’s not exciting to think about the work.

And isn’t that life?
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Forget about it!
(There must be some famous Patricia Mitchell I’m unfamiliar with. Anyone want to enlighten me?)
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As I suspected, it wasn’t the conductor. But the whole plot was so … so … operatic.
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Well, well, well … do the Giants deliberately lose just to make me sad? I wonder.

And I was rereading my last entry and in reading what I cut and pasted from another site …:

An Oboe has a special sound all unto it’s own that creates a feeling no other instrument can.

Heh … so not only do they write weirdly, they write poorly. C’mon folks: it’s=it is. Figure it out. It’s easy.

And yeah, I realize they aren’t saying an oboe is a form of music, but that oboe music is somehow a form of music. And I’m guessing what they are saying is really this:

Oboe is far superior to all other instruments. It can be more expressive than anything else, and yet can still be witty , fanciful, march like and, well, do anything any other instrument can do … only better! So choose a fine oboist for your next event and you will be more than happy. Your life will change. You will become whole. And you’ll understand the meaning of life.

I suppose I ought to offer my writing expertise to the company who was promoting the every-so-fab oboe!

But moving on …I have to say that playing for church today was really good for my heart.
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