Here I am again

Sitting naked on my bed on a Saturday morning, wondering what I’ll do today.  The zoo has sort of a siren song to it, as does driving up to SC.  Chris is supposed to be working across town today, so maybe she’ll want to do something tonight.

Or not.  Our relationship has been somewhat strained lately.  I keep telling myself that she’s under a lot of stress.  Or that I’m just really uninteresting.  One of those.  I told you it wouldn’t last, remember?

Last weekend I ended up going down to Macon to spend a beautiful Sunday afternoon shooting pictures at the Rosehill Cemetery.  I had the afternoon free (no church rehearsal) because I played a service in the morning.

Prior to the service, I had breakfast at IHOP, which was nice.  I think I’m in love with cheese and corned beef hash omelets.  And pancakes.  In fact, I was making out a shopping list this morning and I included eggs, corned beef hash, and Bisquick on it.

Had a pretty good tuba lesson last Monday night.  I’m still very nervous about playing soloistically in front of anyone – I feel like a complete retard when I inject vibrato into stuff – but I managed to suck it up for an hour and made some pretty good sounds. Because of other students’ cancellations, I got to start at 6:30 instead of 8:30.  I have a feeling that that helped me immensely.  It’s tough to sound good after you’ve worked a full day, taken an hour off, then fought your way through traffic to get to a lesson where you know you’re going to be verbally abused (it’s okay!  I want that!).

The week at work was, for the most part, pretty good.  I knocked out a bunch of projects on Monday, including one that I’ve been trying to finish for about a month.  Did the ColdFusion demo phone call on Tuesday and represented myself quite well on that.  Completed a few more projects on Tuesday and Wednesday before turning my attention to a huge item which has been on my plate for about two months.  It really doesn’t interest me, but it’s too big to just do it and forget it.  I wish I could give it to someone else. But I digress. 

As soon as I decided to focus on the report from hell, I completely lost interest in coding and pretty much wasted Thursday.  Yesterday I got back on track somewhat and wrote a couple of queries  to populate part of the hateful thing, then put it aside and smashed a new, interesting, request out of the park.

I also took a long lunch yesterday and got in a solid hour of practice on my horn, using a mouthpiece that’s quite a bit larger than the one I normally use.  The borrowed tuba that I’m playing tends to be extremely sharp in the low register.  After some discussion with my cohorts in the GBB tuba section, I figured I’d give the larger mouthpiece a shot rather than giving up on the horn completely.

 
I spent some time updating the brass band’s website this week as well.  Nothing earth-shattering, but I figured it could use some new content even if nobody except me ever reads it.  I posted a blurb about our director and got some background information for a short article I’ll be writing about an upcoming weekend rehearsal and concert.  Maybe I’ll do that today.

Ooh!  I sold a bunch of pictures yesterday!  The season has been over for nearly four months, but I got two different orders out of the blue in one day.  So I’ll be editing photos sometime this weekend.  It’s a lot more fun when you’re getting paid for it.

Mom wanted me to play the saxophone.  Can you believe that?  I think it was my greatest and most blatant act of disobedience when I chose trombone instead.

Sax.  Please.

TWD