So I had opera today, and it was wonderful to get back together with some of my favorite musicians! What a joy to get to play incredible music with them. Tomorrow we get to meet the first batch of singers in the first sitzprobe, and there are some new names — and new voices — so I can’t wait!

My reeds that looked to be Happy Reeds on Sunday aren’t so happy right now, and I’m not sure if they’ll grow into decent things or if I’ll have to nix them. Well, I know one is a goner; I started to play on it and heard this “gclk” (yeah, that’s how you spell that) and, lo and behold, it cracked. Which means it was probably already cracked. Which explains the saggy oboe middle C.

Oh. Well.

Then, as I was cleaning my oboe later in the day I looked down the bore and saw something in the top joint. Say what? I’m not sure what it is … a piece of fabric hooked on something? A piece of cane that is stuck in there? I dunno. It’s very small, and perhaps I’ve just been blind to it forever and it’s been there all along, but I don’t think so. Sigh. I’m not sure what it means to the happiness of the oboe.

Prior to the opera rehearsal (it was a 1-4 call) I wound four reeds, after having wound 6 yesterday. One guess as to what I really want to do tomorrow morning! 😎

But now? Now I’m watching “my” Giants. 0-1, middle of the sixth, bad guys. We’ve lost two in a row already. If I blew it two days in a row I think I might be given a warning about my performance, so I’m wondering if I should send them a warning.

Okay. Baseball is different than oboe playing. I know. Just look at the salary diff. 😉

20 more minutes of this game and then I have to go back and forth between the game and … drumroll … Project Runway.

Yeah. Really.