The Business of Soaking

Musicians don't really get days off. They work, by default, during the evenings and weekends. This means that when you attempt to work during the day and be a musician, you don't really ever have "time off." You work during the morning and afternoon, then you teach and perform in the evening. On weekends, you perform some more. On Sundays, you perform in church. And then it's Monday again! Fortunately, this Monday is a holiday, and I don't ever recall being so happy for one. Though I do still have to teach some lessons tonight--and thereby miss Canadian Thanksgiving at home--I've had a perfect day off.

The sad business about working so much is that it really leaves you very little time to get any work done. I've wanted to clean our nursery for some time now, and finally started the project today. I practiced for an upcoming audition, and caught up with some clerical household business. But fear not--I did "relax" as well. I spent a good hour sitting under the tree in our yard reading Cymbeline, as well as reading the Aeneid aloud. There's even a bottle of wine waiting for the end of lessons tonight.

Highlights from the weekend include moving Calvus and Beka into another apartment (to their mild frustration) and chatting with S about college plans. The lowlight was the first marching band parade of the year, which was a disaster. Our marching band

Didn't quite measure up to the others

Not to mention how much I loathe marching band music/culture in general...

Calvus and I read Merchant of Venice recently, and I've also been reading a Lewis Mumford book, a biography of Lorenzo di Medici, Faerie Queene, and Luke, Virgil, Homer, Aquinas, Bede, and Euripides.