IrishOboe

For some strange reason I do not abhor filing taxes.  It’s a bit like working on a difficult puzzle and I don’t earn enough to make paying a percentage that painful and I’m not thinking about the money when I’m trying to decipher the crazy maze of instructions.  I think I’m moderately smart and well able to read English and yet I always seem to mess something up.

Tuesdays are a bit of a challenge for me, but I get to top it all off with Bible study.

8:30-10 Yoga (skip out early)

9:30-11:30 Notation

2-3 History of Instruments (I think I’m going to drop this simply to have the time to practice on Tuesdays)

3-4 Fiddle class (where we read pieces in original notation)

4-5 Ensemble coaching

5-6 Fiddle lesson

7-?? Bible study

Mondays are light days.  That’s good because it helps me from being tempted to work on Sundays.  I may or may not go to Yoga from 8:30-10.  The problem is what to do between 10 and 11.  For some inexplicable and heretical reason the library doesn’t open until 11am.  It’s hard to find a practice room.  So it’s tempting to stay home and work until 10:40 when I have to bike to class.  It takes 13 minutes to bike to school and 20 to bike back.  Remember the hill.  Random mouth off: I bought a printer and wasn’t it nice that it came with ink and I suppose I should be happy it came with a power chord because it didn’t come with a USB chord to plug into the computer.  I have extra at home, but not there.  What a stupid way to save a few bucks.  HP goes a few steps downwards in my books.

I thought I’d keep it up while I was ahead in hopes that next weekend I can write about classes.  Yesterday was not such a pretty day weather wise, and I missed hanging out with all the folks from church.  I didn’t even get to enjoy coffee hour because we had a meeting for the musicians playing for the Christmas service.  Am I learning to recharge my batteries around people??!  Enough of that.  I read in church, a very manageable text and didn’t do nearly so good a job as with the difficult texts.  It’s all psychological I tell you.