Not all created equals
Now that I’m too old to have a “comfort zone”, as in “the one I’m outside of”, my life is changing. I’m trying new things, although raw fish is still not on my to like list. Just take it for a given that I’m now willing to do new stuff.
This afternoon, I served as a volunteer at a community event. Nothing too strenuous. My job required that I stand in one place and tear tiny paper tickets into individual units. All part of a fundraising event. We (it was a team effort) managed to sell about $400 worth of chances on a table filled with odds and ends. Oddly, my purchase did win, but when the tally of prizes vs winners came up short, my new mug was offered to a nice lady who seemed unsure of why she even wanted it. Oh well. Someday, in a store near here, I’ll find something similar, and lay down cash in return for a water glass that won’t (easily) slip out of my grasp.
But, back to the afternoon. This was a fiddle concert. Take it from me: not all players are created equals. There were those who were (barely) proficient, and then there were superstars. I’d love to get to be that good with a rosined bow. However, if you’ve followed this blog, at all, you understand that perfection is a byproduct of practice. Guess what I lack?
We (my team) stayed on station until the end, and then we (again, my team) opted for a hake supper at a local restaurant. Sort of a reward to us for effort above and beyond the usual call.
