Whew! On Saturday after several delightful hours of preparing with Jordan VanHemert the sax guy for Friday’s gig, I decided I felt fatigued and lay down on the couch with the idea I would get up in an hour or two and bake pies for my Dad’s 80th birthday.
I was down for most of the next 48 hours. I suffered from body aches and diarrhea (aint blogging great? just what you need to know about my day….. ). I managed to drag myself to church duties on Sunday, But Eileen and brother Mark had to take over the Dad festivities. Eileen picked up a couple pies at Meijers on Sunday morning and everything went fine, I guess.
Fortunately, this morning my aches and tummy problems seem to have gone away. I am sort of weak in a usual post-virus/flu thingo state. But I think if I pace myself I will do well over the next five days. That would get me through the upcoming gig on Friday. Plus several other rehearsals… I actually have daily rehearsals scheduled between now and the gig. It’s for three different projects/responsibilities: the high school music pit orchestra I assist, a reh for Friday and thursday’s regular choir rehearsal.
When I outlined all this for my brother Mark he sarcastically commented that it must be great to be part-time. Besides my own overfunctiong he was thinking of his own upcoming schedule that he will have to balance between part-time adjunct professor and part-time priest (His priest gig starts Apr 1).
So even though I have been sick, I have been reading and thinking as usual. Here’s a poem that caught my attention:
Where are they now
the one hundred ways of saying butterfly?
On the Biarritz coast
Nabako collected one:
Look, it lies under the sand,