This post is not necessarily about music. But it does illustrate that like musicians who get frustrated with the details in what they try to accomplish, those of us on the other side have just as many frustrating days.
With intent, I got up this morning with a short list of important things to check off my To Do List. A short uncomplicated list, and then the rest of the day was planned to do some regular stuff around the house and office.
One project I’ve been working on happens this week. It could be a train wreck or it could blow the lid off downtown Nashville — that is yet to be seen. The entire situation developed over a short amount of time as a grassroots effort which indicate from the get go no one has a clue where this will end up. Logical steps have turned into messy tangles, but easy to unsnarl, smooth out the wrinkles, and move on.
Today was the day to send a great bit of information out to a broader scope of readers — and poof — the information is just gone! I have hundreds of email in my accounts. They’re marked, filed, what have you until they’re obsolete then they are deleted. But this particular piece just evaporated into thin air. I’m still waiting to see if someone can send a new copy. It’s a just a minor frustration as the window of opportunity slowly slides shut.
In the meantime a few other things went smoothly and are now ticked off the list. While I’m waiting to get the piece that vanished, I decided to do some household projects. One — making a new batch of laundry soap. It’s so easy, it practically makes itself.
But not today.
Have you ever wondered what burnt soap smells like? Not your ordinary household smell I guarantee you! My kitchen is oozing with the scent and the stovetop is lathered up in stuff left to simmer but foamed up and overflowed the big pot it was in. The entire stove is hot and soapy, dripping and messy. Yuck. Then the phone starts to ring nonstop.
Got that all resolved, and return to the kitchen and suddenly ants have invaded the sink. Bugs are not my favorite thing especially in the kitchen. This summer there’ve been fruit flies, mosquitoes, spiders, and a scorpion. Now ants are crawling everywhere including all over a batch of sourdough starter sitting there waiting just a little longer before it goes into the oven. But no longer.
It just got 86’ed.
Still waiting for my 1960-something model stove to cool off enough to take it apart and clean it while the ants go marching down to the ground and get out of my way. And just you wait, as soon as the stove comes apart…somebody’s going to find that piece of information that went poof!
What a day, and it’s just past noon.