Is it uncouth to start another entry about the agonies of writer's blog and to make excuses for having not written any time recently? It is hard to write about life, though, when life is gone mad. When I sit down to write about something that happened at rehearsal or something that happened with James or Owen, I want to be able to tie it off with a neat little ending or a clever joke showing how it's all sorted out now and what a laugh it all was.
March hasn't been a laugh so far. March Madness has been hard.
We have a newborn niece in need of wise prayers and all sorts of extra love. Her situation is going to change anytime soon.
A friend from church (my sister-in-law's father) just passed away after a battle with cancer. It's impossible to imagine breaking away from everything up here to go down and grieve with them, but how could we not try to travel down? And what will they do now?
I have five different shows to learn in the next fourteen days. My gig bag is so full of music and binders that it's getting hard to lift, and all that's on top of the audition folder I've been trying to prep. Even if I do get it all learned, there's no guarantee that after the screech Sinatra show and the six services honking low notes on rotary trumpet I'll be able to get anything to speak in the middle register.
Recording sessions this week, playing assistant principal and trying not to be the reason the whole orchestra has to go back for multiple takes of some high note.
I haven't taught my actual printed schedule at LCS in weeks and weeks. I've made arrangements to get everything covered again, but there are lessons that need to be made up.
Missing too much time from church to play all these gigs.
No idea when I'll get down to teach my college students for the lessons I need to make up with them, knowing I'll be out more Mondays in the coming weeks.
I saw the boys for a half hour in the morning and a half hour in the evening yesterday. Today I saw them for a half hour in the morning. Tomorrow I'll be home for part of the afternoon, but they'll probably be sleeping. They've either been shuttled off to sitters or J has watched them alone.
My favorite chapter in the Brothers Karamazov, possibly my favorite chapter in any novel ever, is the next chapter. It's been marked with a bookmark in my coat pocket since Wednesday, and I still haven't read it.
The car needs an oil change. I've filled the gas tank three times this week already. Is this much driving worth it?
I need to finish the taxes. Which mileage expenses do I log under a schedule C, how do I log the other ones?
The heating bill for January was absurd. February was even colder. What's it going to be?
March Sanity
James is excited to play every time he sees me. He still wants to read stories together before bed.
Getting up early and running
A glass of wine with J at the end of the day
Coming into a house that I own at the end of the day
Paying off debts
Hot coffee
Hearing from brothers
In two weeks time pretty much none of this will be neatly tied up and all taken care of. But I'll still have all the stuff that keeps me sane to hang on to as well.
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