05.31.04
I was minding my own business, not worried about anything other than my own part in the upcoming symphony set, when I realized I had not only forgotten to bow the string parts, but I had neglected to get music to the principals to do the master bowing. My heart went to my feet and I was absolutely terrified.
And then I woke up.
I am not the librarian of the symphony. I haven’t been the librarian of the symphony for years. I will never again (?!) be the librarian of the symphony.
But I still have these librarian nightmares, and they are always about bowing music.
It’s sort of like those school dreams many of us have; you realize you haven’t shown up to a class for an entire semester and suddenly it’s finals. You can’t even remember where the room is!
Okay. Maybe not everyone has those dreams, but I sure do.
But anyway, I’m awake now. I didn’t sleep in as late as I figured I would (no alarm clock on this “holiday” … I always find this day to be frightfully sad due to the horror of war, and it is especially sad this year) because the bowing fright caused me to jump right out of bed!
***Speaking of Which
I watched the 2004 (as well as the 2003 — which I didn’t realize was 2003 until Tony Randall spoke) National Memorial Day Concert on the tube last night. Seeing all the men who had lost limbs from our current war, and watching and hearing Charles Durning telling his horror story about Normandy was almost too much to take. Then, toward the end, a couple of singers sang “Let Their Be Peace On Earth” and somehow the triteness of that song came through loud and clear. To me at least. I wonder how those maimed men felt.
***Happier Things
The house is clean! I like that.
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