Yay?
These are the days when I get caught up on the backlog of reading, administrative work, listening, and even, rarely, blogging which has been neglected or left behind. The morning rehearsal lets out at around 12:30, and I don't need to be tuxedoed and back onstage until 8 PM. (Well, really more like 7:30) That 7 hour window is a good time to get things DONE.
Today was the first of the month, so a lot of my work was predetermined--pay all the bills, tally up all the numbers, write them up, and send out the Financial Update to J. (Sometimes, in the prosperous months, reading the Financial Update is like looking over your transcript and making sure that everything is all As. And then sometimes, in the dry months, it's like turning on the news for an update on Syria or Ukraine.)
I finished my book early this afternoon, Edward Banfield's The Unheavenly City Revisited. I've been reading quite a bit of political material recently, and as far as I can tell this one won't stay on the short shelf of conservative classics nearly as long as Rationalism in Politics or Capitalism and Freedom. It was worth the read though, especially for a perspective on the state of the conversation about urban crime and social difficulties in the 70s which led to the War on Drugs and some of the other programs of the 80s and 90s which are being reevaluated now.
There's also a good bit of listening to be done, so I've spent a good bit of the last few hours with earbuds in and a pencil and orchestra folder out getting ready for the second Masterworks concert in Syracuse next week. I'm not sure which former 2nd Trumpet player is responsible for the artwork in my parts, but I've enjoyed seeing the progression in his style through this particular folder.
Watch the conductor, but in a troubled sort of way |
Watch unhappily |
Watch, with eyebrows |
Watch and be happy! |
A sampling of Wegmans cookies was in order, of course. A macaroon and a vegan lemon drop were particularly nice complements to my coffee.
I probably ought to do some more listening before I think about heading over to the hall, and I wouldn't mind visiting the liquor store across the parking lot either. We're almost out of wine, and I've recently been recommended the MacCallan 12 year old scotch by a very reputable source. I'd prefer to be home, but it isn't an all bad thing to have a day at Wegman's for deskwork, either.
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