Somethin’ ain’t right.
J’ever have one of those days? Yesterday didn’t feel right at all, and today feels even wronger. Maybe it’s the weather forecast for my upcoming New York tour. Eight days out, and it’s not looking too good for the home team: 50s and rain. Hmm. Matches my mood.
Maybe it’s the piling up of as-yet-unlearned spring music, on account of tour taking up most of my rehearsal time for the last three months. Six weeks remain till the spring concert. We can do it, but it’ll be close.
However, listen to this. One of my high school choir students was seriously injured while cutting wood last weekend, and ended up with a severe head injury. He spent a week in the hospital and is now home. Last Monday, I asked the choir if they might be willing to donate 50 cents or a dollar towards a gift card for the boy, as he is an avid hunter and would probably love to spend some time at a nearby outdoor sportsman’s store after he recuperated. Three days later, I had enough for a $100 gift card for him. How cool is that? Someone bought an enormous get-well card, and they all signed it. One of the kids delivered it last night. I hope it brightened the boy’s day, because it certainly brightened mine. Once again, I’m convinced that teenagers get a bad rap a lot of the time. And here, I’ve restored some of your faith in the youth of today. You’re welcome; please pay me in chocolate.
And yet…somethin’ still ain’t right. I like to put names on things; if I can label what’s wrong, I think I cope better. The devil you know, and all that. How do you handle stuff like this? I know I should just hit the treadmill and walk it out. Surprisingly, it often helps to clear the cobwebs.
But for now…the coffee, the shower, and the road to the school house. Happy Tunesday!