Today’s been full of them.
Why do nicely broken in clarinet reeds suddenly decide to go soggy and unusable on me 48 hours before I need them to be at their prime? Sorry if that’s a bit technical for the non-clarinettists out there. Trust me, it’s a more of a crisis than the demise of my music stand!
Why does my sense of direction desert me at a crucial moment, when normally I have an excellent sense of direction? Five times I drove down the same bit of road before I realised where I was going wrong?
Why would my hands refuse to co-operate when I was playing some pieces at the organ I knew well, and I only got my playing ability back when I started playing hymns?
Not even hymns I play regularly, just playing whatever the hymn book opened at!
Why do paint charts show a lovely colour we all liked, only for me to find it’s only available in gloss and we want it in matt?
Why am I driving 250 miles tomorrow for a party? I hate parties! Parties of the variety of a gathering of a whole heap of people I don’t know, to whom I will have to be polite, to show an interest in for three or four hours, and most of whom I will never meet again!! I like parties where I know most people…..
Why do I appear to be having a slightly delayed adolescence in areas of my life where I thought adolescence-type behaviour was long past? Or am I leaping into mid-life crisis stages? I’m outraged at the thought of either, really. Just when you think you’re having a few days of being grown up and mature, off it all goes again!!
Like I said, a day full of mysteries…
