How many times have I said that to my kids! “Careful what you wish for, you just might get it.” I have been so backed up with work, WWD work, practicing, music, school work, Corn Allergen emails, brushing the dog’s teeth, filing papers from 2008, and putting my music room back together, that I have often found myself wishing I could just have a week off to catch up with everything. HA! It doesn’t work that way.

I got my week off, alright. I hurt my back two weeks ago, and it got better day by day. By last weekend, I was getting cocky, and pretended I hadn’t hurt it at all. Big mistake. Monday morning I was in even worse pain, and it hurt to even take a step. I went to the doctor Tuesday, and ended up being told to stay home the rest of the week! What a waste of time. I found out that I do not work very well when I’m in pain. For all the extra “work” I got done, I might as well have had a full week!

And just some random things I also discovered. One is that I am never in my car a 1:11, am or pm. Monday through Friday I am at work, so that makes sense. Most Saturdays I have a music lesson, and I’m usually home by then. If I go out on Sundays, it’s for a matinee, and I’d be anywhere I need to be well before 1:11. And of course, I’m asleep at 1:11 am. But I got to see the 1:11 Tuesday on my way to the doctor. (See, this is why I don’t have a digital watch; I’d spend most of the day trying to “capture” times like 12:34:56 or 2:52:52.)

I have also discovered Robyn Hitchcock. How can I have lived on this planet for 46 years without ever hearing of him before? He is my-kind-of-music. I have also been listening to Ralph Vaughn Williams Flos Campi over and over again; it is so beautiful. Last month I discovered George Butterworth (1885 – 1916), a student of Vaughn Williams who tragically died at age 30 in WWI. Oh, the beautiful music we lost when he died. I could listen to Two English Idylls (1911), A Shropshire Lad (1912), and The Banks of Green Willow (1913) over and over again. Actually, I do listen to them over and over again! The people at work must think I’m crazy.

But perhaps the most random thing I discovered was that Diamond carries stuffed animals in her mouth when she yowls at night! She is a weird cat. Old too, but she was weird when she was young as well. She’s a tabby cat, and they are supposed to be “feisty” animals. That she is. Pixel is also tabby, but she was never feisty. That is, not until we got her hernia removed, poor kitten. Now she’s feisty, and even a bit bossy! One night when Diamond was downstairs yowling, we brought her up to stay on the bed with us for the night. Well, Pixel didn’t like that! Not only does Pixel consider herself our “baby”, it’s her bed. She (Pixel) growled, howled, yowled, scowled, meowed, and pouted until Diamond left the room. Guess she told her.