Wouldn’t it be great if one good night of sleep would make everything better?
I woke up with the alarm, well rested, and my mind immediately latched on to the fact that I had spent a significant amount of time being angry about the crappy, cheap keyboard I’m using while teaching. I set it up so that I can keep enough distance to my piano students and they get to play on the piano. Now, that keyboard was never meant to be used for anything serious, back when I had sold my stage piano after not using it for ten years I had kept the crappy keyboard to help with notation software.
On Tuesday I tried playing a Dvorak piece for a student and found that not only where there not enough keys to play it, also the F sharp that is always three times as loud as all the other notes was driving me up the wall so I started researching keyboards at 6.30 in the morning. And ordered one right away. I would have liked something more piano-like but all the stage pianos and digital pianos that are affordable are sold out at the moment. So I opted for another MIDI-keyboard, this time with 88 keys. It definitely will not feel like a piano and it comes with no sound of its own but I can connect it to my computer like I’m doing now and use GarageBand for the sounds.
So that will probably bring a major improvement but it also meant that my whole morning routine didn’t happen. My husband was a little irked that I hadn’t talked with him before ordering something. Not because of the money or anything, just because he feels a little left out when I make all my decisions lightning fast without talking to anybody. I can certainly understand that. But that’s no how decision-making works for me. I see a problem, I let it percolate in the back of my mind, then the solution comes to me – often first thing in the morning – I act on it and I’m done. Well, if things go right. If they don’t I stop myself before acting and then I freeze and never do anything about it.
Eventually, I did go for my run:
The weather was gorgeous but a little too warm for my taste (husband said it was ideal).
At the halfway point I lost all grit and stamina and walked back rather slowly:
Back home my husband was almost done with lunch:
The boy was eating with my mother-in-law. I had a short break and then it was all teaching all afternoon. Some dinner, some lounging about, some making neat piles of the dirty dishes because I wanted to go to bed at a reasonable time and a lot of reading. I forgot all about spinning again. Not the best Tour de Fleete year I’ve had.
Today there will be the grocery shopping, lots of dirty dishes, lots and lots of teaching again. I put the spinning on my to-do list this time. And I’m actually looking forward to the novel-in-progress again but there never seems to be time. We’ll see.