What the funk?
I am in a funk today.
I woke up constantly last night. Even the dog getting up to check the house woke me.
The company got notice from the IRS that I had missed one of the payroll deposit deadlines. It’s not normally my job, but I was filling in for the secretary while she was off on medical leave. This is bothering me a lot.
I have a school athletic committee board meeting tonight. This is such a joke. I never played a single sport when I was a kid. Just not interested. Both my kids run track, so dummy me, when the board president asked for help, I grudgingly said ok. I wound up coaching 5th grade boys track (that is really funny) and being the secretary of this committee. FOR THE NEXT TWO YEARS. I must have had a double helping of stupid that morning.
We had another chorus recording session yesterday. It was less than stellar. We had to be on the risers at 2:15. Which means that the guys who hauls the riser trailer around (can you guess who that is?) has to be there at 1:30. I really want to talk to the genius that booked a recording session on a Sunday. During Football season. During the Bengal’s Game. When the Bengals are having their best year since Fred Flintstone.
My wife has been sick for as far back as I can remember. This leaves her feeling about as cuddly as a porcupine. ‘Nuff said.
I have double booked myself for Wednesday. 5:30 my son has therapy. 7:00 there is a Chorus board meeting. Oh, and stupid me agreed to a quartet rehearsal at the same time. Must have had another big bowl of stupid that morning too.
So we get a break from the recording session to go eat dinner. Half of my quartet (me and the Tenor) get together with another quartet Jim, Terry and Todd, and decide to go grab a coupla pizzas. Dan decided to tag along. Lord knows I don’t want to leave Dan out (sigh). My tenor suddenly became possessed by Satan, and threw water all over Jim’s crotch, making him look like he pissed his pants. I stood there dumbstruck. (dumb being the operative word here). Jim is retirement age, my tenor, Z, is fresh out of college. I was waiting for Jim to beat the dogshit out of Z. I think I would have helped, but Jim is a good guy, and simply threatened to superglue Z’s testicles to his belly if he ever caught him asleep. Z thought this was really hysterical. I was still aghast. So we went to dinner. The service is horrible. Jim, making conversation, asked about how my quartet was doing. What’s it like to sing with A (lead) he asked. Z pipes up telling everyone about how A is a bit of a prima donna and a momma’s boy, and really needs to get his head on straight, blah blah blah. I just listened. It’s not that what Z said was not true, but I think that being is a quartet is like being in a marriage, in that there are certain things that outsiders don’t need to know.
Then Jim asked how it was to sing with J, the baritone. Z pipes up again and says that J can be too high strung, and can be a real bastard sometimes.
Then Jim asks how it was to sing with me. Z says that I am the most quiet and focused member of the group. Never says much but keeps my center really well. Anyone who knows me would say the same thing. That is my demeanor. SO then Jim asks how it is to sing with Z. I replied that Z is a very smart singer, with incredible knowledge of music. (he is a summa cum laude graduate from the conservatory in bassoon for crying out loud). But I also said that he is the youngest member of the quartet, and acts like it sometimes. For example, he has not yet learned, and may never learn, that if he gets into a pissing match with J’s wife, which he frequently does, even if he wins, he loses. That is something a man learns with age.
Z takes me aside after the recording session and acts offended by what I say. “People just don’t understand that I my brain is totally independent of my age” he said. I agreed and told him it’s just a fact that when you are young, people look at you differently. Actually I look at him differently because I think he is from another planet.
I can’t seem to get enough time to work on my novella either. I feel like I am losing momentum.
Arghhhh
Troubador
I woke up constantly last night. Even the dog getting up to check the house woke me.
The company got notice from the IRS that I had missed one of the payroll deposit deadlines. It’s not normally my job, but I was filling in for the secretary while she was off on medical leave. This is bothering me a lot.
I have a school athletic committee board meeting tonight. This is such a joke. I never played a single sport when I was a kid. Just not interested. Both my kids run track, so dummy me, when the board president asked for help, I grudgingly said ok. I wound up coaching 5th grade boys track (that is really funny) and being the secretary of this committee. FOR THE NEXT TWO YEARS. I must have had a double helping of stupid that morning.
We had another chorus recording session yesterday. It was less than stellar. We had to be on the risers at 2:15. Which means that the guys who hauls the riser trailer around (can you guess who that is?) has to be there at 1:30. I really want to talk to the genius that booked a recording session on a Sunday. During Football season. During the Bengal’s Game. When the Bengals are having their best year since Fred Flintstone.
My wife has been sick for as far back as I can remember. This leaves her feeling about as cuddly as a porcupine. ‘Nuff said.
I have double booked myself for Wednesday. 5:30 my son has therapy. 7:00 there is a Chorus board meeting. Oh, and stupid me agreed to a quartet rehearsal at the same time. Must have had another big bowl of stupid that morning too.
So we get a break from the recording session to go eat dinner. Half of my quartet (me and the Tenor) get together with another quartet Jim, Terry and Todd, and decide to go grab a coupla pizzas. Dan decided to tag along. Lord knows I don’t want to leave Dan out (sigh). My tenor suddenly became possessed by Satan, and threw water all over Jim’s crotch, making him look like he pissed his pants. I stood there dumbstruck. (dumb being the operative word here). Jim is retirement age, my tenor, Z, is fresh out of college. I was waiting for Jim to beat the dogshit out of Z. I think I would have helped, but Jim is a good guy, and simply threatened to superglue Z’s testicles to his belly if he ever caught him asleep. Z thought this was really hysterical. I was still aghast. So we went to dinner. The service is horrible. Jim, making conversation, asked about how my quartet was doing. What’s it like to sing with A (lead) he asked. Z pipes up telling everyone about how A is a bit of a prima donna and a momma’s boy, and really needs to get his head on straight, blah blah blah. I just listened. It’s not that what Z said was not true, but I think that being is a quartet is like being in a marriage, in that there are certain things that outsiders don’t need to know.
Then Jim asked how it was to sing with J, the baritone. Z pipes up again and says that J can be too high strung, and can be a real bastard sometimes.
Then Jim asks how it was to sing with me. Z says that I am the most quiet and focused member of the group. Never says much but keeps my center really well. Anyone who knows me would say the same thing. That is my demeanor. SO then Jim asks how it is to sing with Z. I replied that Z is a very smart singer, with incredible knowledge of music. (he is a summa cum laude graduate from the conservatory in bassoon for crying out loud). But I also said that he is the youngest member of the quartet, and acts like it sometimes. For example, he has not yet learned, and may never learn, that if he gets into a pissing match with J’s wife, which he frequently does, even if he wins, he loses. That is something a man learns with age.
Z takes me aside after the recording session and acts offended by what I say. “People just don’t understand that I my brain is totally independent of my age” he said. I agreed and told him it’s just a fact that when you are young, people look at you differently. Actually I look at him differently because I think he is from another planet.
I can’t seem to get enough time to work on my novella either. I feel like I am losing momentum.
Arghhhh
Troubador
posted by Troubador @ 12:50 PM
1 Comments:
At 3:31 PM ,
Mysti said...
Hey there.. hope you'll fall out of your funk soon... I know how that is.. and is very frustrating when it kills the momentum on your writings... if ya ever wanna chat.. i practically live on yahoo and can be found on there as Mystique2574 hope to chat with ya soon hon! Hugs
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