May 19, 2008
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The phone hasn’t rung since 5:00. No phone calls, no footprints. I don’t recall ever doing that before, actually noticing what time my last call was. I got on Xanga, feeling out of touch with the world — Xanga’s always good when you either have no life or don’t want anything to do with the life you have — but nobody’s posted and nobody’s been by.
I’ve checked all my stocks a jillion times so I can’t do that. I enjoyed the run up early this morning but by the time I got home the market was down, and I had lost most of the gains after a sudden sell-off. Sandisk reported a slowdown and bam! It’s normal for the whole tech sector to suffer, even though it’s just one company with bad earnings or guidance, but the whole market went down. That’s what I’ve heard happened. I had to leave for recorder.
We were a trio today, as the married couple are on vacation. I got to play the top line, which was not planned by the hostess. It was hard music and wonderful and she had practiced that line. It was my buddy who said toward the end, “Why don’t you let Prudy play soprano.”
“Yeaaah!” I said, putting the tenor down. I had been having to play an alto line with some notes I’d never seen. Well, I’ve seen them I just haven’t had to know what they were. But that’s fun, too. I just guessed and played them down an octave. That was marginally successful.
I dance with the Canadian every Sun night, and by Monday morning I’m itching to play some music of my own. I much prefer the top line and I have better air control or whatever you call it so I don’t sound as shrill and overblown as the hostess. What she does have is a lot of style. I like the arrogance – It’s not arrogant, it’s enthusiastic with slight exaggeration. Which makes it fun for us and certainly more interesting to play.
She surprised us with iced tea, instead of the usual hot. Ten o’clock and it was already hot out. It made me drool, though. You have to alternately suck and blow because the accumulation of spit will mess up the sound. I refused to do it at first, preferring to blow it out the bottom. When I realized that was rude I began blowing over my pants. Still, they thought I was uncouth and a heathen. Not really, but sort of I bet. Anyway, iced tea, or at least her favorite Trader Joes’, doesn’t work. We were all drooling.
I’m supposed to be at a Spanish party right about now. You might wonder why, if I’m looking to see who hasn’t called or written, why I’m not there. It’s the annual, end-of-the-year party which is held at a student’s house, or should I say horse ranch. Great deck, great people, but my buddy had to have emergency surgery, and I didn’t feel like going alone for some reason. Odd, I go lots of places alone. These people aren’t in my class, though, so I would only remember them from the party last year. Also, I had to make something Spanish and I didn’t feel like it, even though I did the shopping for it on my way home from recorder. I was around people all weekend, maybe I want to be alone. But it’s so boring.
Comments (9)
Finding the right balance point is so hard, being social when you want and being alone when you want/need. You sound good though…like you know what you need and take it. That’s strong. Yet I also liked the earlier post about agreeing to say yes to invitations. So say yes…until you don’t want to.
My favorite part is your recorder speak. She probably is being arrogant. You have to have a lot of confidence to do that sort of thing. Overblown recorder playing, I imagine, is a lot like overblown soprano singing. Sometimes the purity of sound is more important than the flair.
You, dear Prudy, have both, at least in your writing and your dancing.
I was thinking about the last post where you are talking about staying up late to get the cool air in the house. I swear living in Arizona without refrigeration was one of the hardest things to endure. You were worn out just trying to cool off. I know all about trying to get all the air inside and hardest in Arizona due to the heat of the desert that just keeps on radiating from the dirt. marilyn
i, too, have been thinkin’ xanga is quiet…
i love that quiet spell w/o things or ppl making demands, but i know there are those who thrive in the middle of things and are rejunvinated by the energy released, which are you? neither is wrong, but it helps to know where you fall in the spectrum~!
Haha, Xanga is good when you have no life or do not like the life you have.
It is so cold here. I need to move to your state:)
You are so musical! I want to hear a recorder group play. I wonder if there is anything on youtube. I am going to check.
You are concise and probably accurate about xanga.
I’ve done that with parties before. I thought you were going to be accepting all invites these days? But no matter. Sometimes it is good to be alone. Understandable that you would find it boring after being with folks. I am actually going to go out this coming week. Shock. Anyway, I wonder what it will be like as I have been pretty much sequestered lately. I haven’t been out out like to a pub in over six months. I hope I do not find it boring, but it has happened before.
As a Vietnamese, I am quite familiar with the concept of many springs. One spring is one year. Many springs passed mean getting old. Green spring means young and beautiful. It is an expression Vietnamese very fond of.
Dark, cool, rainy weather is when I most use the internet (Xanga, LJ, Writing.com etc.). I think it means I have no life, which I seem not to at the moment, at least not one that involves a lot of other people outside my family.
Do you play for the joy of it, or do you perform for others? Does you quintet ever record your music? Seems like you ought to have a towel for clearing out the recorder. I once had a melodica that had that problem. (Son has it now.)