Clearing away the grey
Good music on the radio this evening. Mind, radio is a relative term; I’m listening to an internet feed that is decent quality in my headphones. Earlier, there was a video feed, thanks to the ECMA people. If I can’t be there, then they’re going to do the outreach thing and I have to say thank you, even if there’s no way for them to hear me.
Let’s see… a little time with Meaghan Blanchard. She’s the cousin of a cousin, so that counts as family. Some fiddle from Richard Wood; I like his style. The Nova Scotia Symphony; wish I could be onstage, but that’s just a dream. Vishtèn; too bad I have to wait for the ECMA to hear them. I tuned in too late for Jenn Grant. The whole video thing ended way too early, but I’m going to leave the radio to run in the background.
This was a grey day, mentally. I’m temporarily on the “injured list” as the hockey crowd likes to say. That means that I’m not able to play with the rest of the office team. Without my normal duties, I’m a shadow of myself. Depressing/depression. Even if I tell myself that “this too shall pass”, I don’t get to do my thing.
The house has a new trombone. Don’t ask me why; it’s complicated. I did take it out for a trial run this afternoon. The instrument doesn’t make me sound “great”. The seven positions that I learned from a book a long time ago aren’t part of my current skill set.
