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It's Monday. YAY!!!
Yesterday began the Annual Convention week in Halcyon - or, what I, in my more cynical moods, consider "Hell Week". It started out with a bang too. Got a call at 8AM from the organ half of my piano/organ duet conspiracy, telling me that she was having trouble with her heart (she's 81 - so no big surprise there, really) and could I play for the service by myself? Thank heavens I have a healthy supply of nice, New Age piano music that I can lean on in a pinch, so I handled it.
But the reason I love the fact that today's Monday is that today is the only day this week when I don't have to trek over to Halcyon to play the piano - at least, until after this next Sunday. If it isn't playing for services, it's two-hour rehearsals, dress rehearsals, tech rehearsals and the Performance Itself. I told
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engarian over the phone last Wednesday that she would probably hear a screech of joy at about 12 noon on Sunday the 12th, meaning I was "Free At Last! Free At Last!"Well, okay. If I didn't really like the people over there, and feel appreciated, I wouldn't bother doing all of this for them. I was the "musician" at the local Buddhist temple for some twenty years, and I was very much taken for granted there. Even though I wasn't actively looking for it, the lack of appreciation for the hours and hours I spent playing their organ and/or learning to play those big taiko drums so that I could teach it to them was seriously bothersome – and fully 3/4s of the reason I decided to drop away when my kids decided they wanted to follow other spiritual paths.
But Halcyon folks are different. And, in the final analysis, I guess I really don't mind having a yearly Hell Week for them. I sweat it out, but I know that it's appreciated – and it's amazing how much knowing that really makes a difference.
Oh. Yeah. I also want to update those who have asked how the situation with my brother in AZ worked out.
I finally got a chance to speak to him by phone about four days later. (Yeah. It really did take that long.) He said that he was still being blind-sided by the occasional cluster headache, just to let him know that the migraine hadn't totally subsided yet. I spoke to him about getting in touch with his old therapist and getting back on his prescription of anti-depressants, due to his stress levels being back where they were when he tanked the last time. I'll probably touch base with him sometime today or tomorrow to see how things are progressing. I did, however, let him know that his wife's call had scared me - and that I really needed to know how things were going with him. Of course, he hasn't called since... *sigh*
Just what I need during Hell Week.
I'm sure my chiropractor will be glad when I'm through with the week too. Evidently between the stress and the physical postures and positions I get in while playing, I throw my back out rather nicely. Funzies.
And that's it from the Grey Havens of the Central California Coast for this week. I'll let you all know how well I survive sometime next week.
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Talk at you Wednesday. I'll tell you all about the rapacious vampires of my life lately and let you bitch and moan about your body and the concert to come *hugs*
- Erulisse (one L)
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