This weekend was catch up weekend for me. I got my hair cut (pretty short, because I don't want to have to get it cut with a fresh Frankenstein scar along my neck), mowed lawn, whacked weeds (jslep, you're off the hook for that one). Then for some reason, I hacked out a bunch of bushes along side my garage. They had become unruly and eyesorish over the past couple of years now, but this weekend it became important that I get rid of them, for some reason. And so it goes. It was hard for me to shut off at the end of the day, because I realize that this is it for at least a couple of weeks. I didn't want the productive part of the day to end.
Nothing to do now but pack my bag for the end of the week. Surgery is Wednesday. We're leaving Tuesday night and crashing at a hotel in Rochester so I won't have to get up soooo early Wednesday morning (as if I'm going to be able to sleep Tuesday night).
I'm not really dreading the procedure as much as the unknown of my condition when I wake up. (I'm going to have tubes where? Do I dare swallow? Can I talk? Can I brush my teeth?) And then there's the awkward uneasiness of the week or two of delicate recovery and not being able to shower because I can't get my stitches wet. Man, I'm gonna stank! Thank God for bathtubs.
Lifting is on hold. I'm OK with that. It's just on hold.
Music is on hold. I'm a little less OK with that. I actually got a substitute lined up for me for at least one show. He's an old friend of mine who I haven't seen in about four years, but he lives in town and isn't busy next weekend. He's actually the one who made me what I am musically. He was the first to identify my potential, gave me my first opportunity, then pointed me in the right direction, and let me find my own way. So my band is using him next weekend. For them it's alot like going into Jedi battle with Obi Wan instead of Luke. I am merely, and humbly, the "house that Jack built." Next weekend, they get to play with Jack. I feel alright about letting him sub for me because he's got bigger fish to fry and doesn't really WANT my gig for the long haul. The fragile ego of a trumpet player...
Sweaty day. I gotta shower. Good night everyone.
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