Friday, May 24, 2013

my hazardous life

I am a natural born klutz.

Ask anyone who has known me for any length of time and they will tell you: I trip over chairs, I walk into walls, I lose my balance even when I have both feet firmly planted on the floor, I can't catch a football or a Frisbee to save my life, and I have a reputation for falling down stairs.  After nearly 22 years of suffering from this disorder, I have managed to get used to it.  It's still slightly embarrassing, but I can live with it.

Thankfully, my clumsiness has rarely resulted in injury (except for the time I fell down two flights of concrete stairs with a 50 pound book bag and loose text books flying through the air), so I never really thought of myself as "accident prone".  Never, that is, until this week.

Here is a list of the injuries I have acquired in the last 5 days, all of which occurred at home and most of them had nothing to do with my own clumsiness:

-We are overrun with fire-ants.  Little bitty things, but they cause killer pain.  One managed to find the top of my left foot and present me with a welt bigger than a silver dollar before he came to his demise.

-I lost nearly half of the nail on the toe of my right foot while dragging the pool supply chest from one side of the back porch to the other.  Thankfully, this was the only bloody wound I received all week.

My left hand had the most damage.

-I got a nasty burn on the side of my first finger when taking bread out of a 450 degree oven and my pot holder slipped. 

-Somehow, after spending an hour or so in the garden with an old fashioned "push plow" (it looks like one that you would hitch to a mule, but smaller and you have to push it yourself), I managed to get blisters through my gloves.  Not only that, but they only came up on my left hand...  Go figure.

-Then to top it all off, I put my hand down on yet another fire-ant while getting out of the pool, so I have another welt on the palm of my left hand.

I really wished I was right handed that day... 

-Then, my right foot decided that I needed something to take my mind off the throbbing in my swollen hand, so it found a big fuzzy spider and stepped on it.  I now have a bite on the arch of my foot that itches like crazy.

I hate spiders.

The crazy thing is that, with a couple of exceptions, all of this happened within 24 hours

I am just hoping and praying that I can survive the weekend without anymore assaults to my body.  If anything else happens to me, I just might be inclined to just got to bed and stay there for a few days.

Hope you all have a fun (and safe!) Memorial Day weekend! 

Monday, May 13, 2013

just some notes

Last week, a lady gave me a stack of old sheet music.

I say, "stack", but it was really an overflowing box filled with hundreds of classical and folk pieces that I could never possibly sort through.  And by, "old sheet music" I mean really really old and most of them by composers that I've never even heard of.

I love old things.  I could live in an antique store and die happy.

The older something is the better.  I love holding something and imagining all of the hands that have held the same object over the years.  The people who used those dishes, or read that book, or sat at that desk...the imagined stories about their lives fascinate me.

Sheet music has a special appeal.  As a musician, I understand the relationship that develops between the player and the paper.  It's a special kind of love/hate that ties you together and makes you thrilled to put it away when you finally learn the piece and eager to pick it up again after some time has passed.  Looking at the notes penciled in and remembering the frustration and aching fingers, it's a strange sort of way.  Looking a stranger's music is even more interesting.

So imagine the ecstasy when I found a book of Mozart with a disintegrating cloth binding and smudged pencil marks that was dated 1896.  Yeah, I nearly dropped it.

I can't believe I have such a treasure!

Now I just have to figure out where to put it all and find some time to actually sit down a play some of it!