Final Countdown
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taz_39Wednesday.
We are pretty much resolved to Jameson being seen on the 27th and no earlier.
He went today to get his imaging, and we checked out his guts and spinal column on my computer back at home. Cool!
Medical imaging is always interesting.
I've given up on getting my old computer repaired. I may as well save that money and deal with it after this tour, or after Jameson gets his medical bills.
After taking a VERY slow morning in which I considered, as much as possible without getting my heart rate up, what to do next, I decided the best thing I can do today is prep some things for packing, do what cleaning I can, and possibly gather some ingredients for making bagels again (I WILL have my second attempt come hell or high water). Also manicotti ingredients for tomorrow's dinner.
That decided, I got to work picking out clothing that I want to take on tour, ironing each piece of clothing, and watching TikTok videos on various folding techniques. Then I made a quick TikTok regarding the mini-items I'm taking on tour, because who doesn't like miniatures of everyday objects.
The video took longer than planned because I still don't totally get TikTok, and then for some reason it uploaded without any of my added text or headers, so I had to do it all over again. By the time I was done goofing off, it was already late afternoon. Jameson was in a meeting (camera off, lying in bed), so I took myself to the grocery for manicotti ingredients, came home and ate dinner, and went into steno class.
So much for getting any cleaning done, or trombone practice for that matter.
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Thursday.
I woke up a little early so I could take my final two steno tests right after my cup of coffee.
All grades are supposed to be in by Friday. Our teacher has extended it to Sunday, but I am just so frustrated with how things turned out with the tests that I may as well end this now.
Test 1: 89
Test 2: 92
Great. Whatever.
I'm in the 100wpm class for a third semester. No big deal just hundreds of dollars down the drain.
A few deep breaths later, I cleaned up from breakfast, dusted everything in the common areas, got dressed, and drove over to the Orlando Premium Outlets. Before Jameson got kidney stones, I had planned a Retail Therapy Day for myself to look for new bras, a black shirt, a dress, and possibly a bathing suit. I don't technically "need" any of those things, but many of my bras are cheap and uncomfortable, I could use an extra black dress shirt on this tour, and since I ruined the new bathing suit I just bought recently I may as well see if I can find another. Really this is just my last chance to get out and give myself a distraction before I go into a frenzy of pre-tour housekeeping, and covid testing, and Jameson's urologist appointment, and then abandoning him to go on tour.
Shopping was less therapeutic than I hoped it would be, possibly because I didn't actually need the stuff.
I did get two new bras and some Yankee candles for Jameson, but by the time 1pm rolled around I was too hungry and cranky to continue.
Back home I unpacked and showed Jameson the goods, we lit a candle and I whipped up the manicotti.
It's a nice easy recipe: mix together ricotta, mozzarella, parm, parsley, an egg, and some spices.
Brown some beef or turkey, let it cool, and mix it into the cheese mixture.
Cook some manicotti noodles, let them cool, and fill them with the meat and cheese blend.
Put in a casserole dish and cover with marinara sauce.
Cook for 30 minutes, add cheese on top and broil to toast it.
Served with a salad.
After dinner I meant to practice trombone, but the touring company had sent out a music update and mine included bass trombone parts! After a small panic attack I wrote to inquire about this (am I doubling now? Lol) and quickly got a response that there had been an error and this would be resolved soon. Regardless, I ended up not practicing because there have been changes to the music that I don't have yet.
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Friday.
STRESS DREAMS.
I dreamed I couldn't find my trombone, and I had to use my large-bore, and the slide was absolutely terrible and I could barely get a sound out, and no one would help me look for my trombone. Then I was trying to take a bus back home because Jameson needed help, and the bus kept taking me to the wrong place and finally stopped so the driver could sit there and have a smoke while I was screaming and crying in the back that I had an emergency, please could we GO.
Argh.
Once I was fully awake I had breakfast and filled out an instrument insurance form, then shot out the door to get the back of my hair trimmed because it was already headed into mullet phase. While out I grabbed groceries for tomorrow's "southern dinner", which will be air-fried buttermilk chicken legs, slow-cooked collards with turkey necks, black-eyed peas, and cornbread. And banana pudding for dessert!
Back at the house I packed some more clothing, washed our sheets and a load of my own laundry, and swept and weeded the pool patio.
While out there I found a little gray rat snake, just a baby, hiding under a potted plant.
After lunch....(cont'd next post)
We are pretty much resolved to Jameson being seen on the 27th and no earlier.
He went today to get his imaging, and we checked out his guts and spinal column on my computer back at home. Cool!
Medical imaging is always interesting.
I've given up on getting my old computer repaired. I may as well save that money and deal with it after this tour, or after Jameson gets his medical bills.
After taking a VERY slow morning in which I considered, as much as possible without getting my heart rate up, what to do next, I decided the best thing I can do today is prep some things for packing, do what cleaning I can, and possibly gather some ingredients for making bagels again (I WILL have my second attempt come hell or high water). Also manicotti ingredients for tomorrow's dinner.
That decided, I got to work picking out clothing that I want to take on tour, ironing each piece of clothing, and watching TikTok videos on various folding techniques. Then I made a quick TikTok regarding the mini-items I'm taking on tour, because who doesn't like miniatures of everyday objects.
TikTok by @tromboneontour
The video took longer than planned because I still don't totally get TikTok, and then for some reason it uploaded without any of my added text or headers, so I had to do it all over again. By the time I was done goofing off, it was already late afternoon. Jameson was in a meeting (camera off, lying in bed), so I took myself to the grocery for manicotti ingredients, came home and ate dinner, and went into steno class.
So much for getting any cleaning done, or trombone practice for that matter.
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Thursday.
I woke up a little early so I could take my final two steno tests right after my cup of coffee.
All grades are supposed to be in by Friday. Our teacher has extended it to Sunday, but I am just so frustrated with how things turned out with the tests that I may as well end this now.
Test 1: 89
Test 2: 92
Great. Whatever.
I'm in the 100wpm class for a third semester. No big deal just hundreds of dollars down the drain.
A few deep breaths later, I cleaned up from breakfast, dusted everything in the common areas, got dressed, and drove over to the Orlando Premium Outlets. Before Jameson got kidney stones, I had planned a Retail Therapy Day for myself to look for new bras, a black shirt, a dress, and possibly a bathing suit. I don't technically "need" any of those things, but many of my bras are cheap and uncomfortable, I could use an extra black dress shirt on this tour, and since I ruined the new bathing suit I just bought recently I may as well see if I can find another. Really this is just my last chance to get out and give myself a distraction before I go into a frenzy of pre-tour housekeeping, and covid testing, and Jameson's urologist appointment, and then abandoning him to go on tour.
Shopping was less therapeutic than I hoped it would be, possibly because I didn't actually need the stuff.
I did get two new bras and some Yankee candles for Jameson, but by the time 1pm rolled around I was too hungry and cranky to continue.
Back home I unpacked and showed Jameson the goods, we lit a candle and I whipped up the manicotti.
It's a nice easy recipe: mix together ricotta, mozzarella, parm, parsley, an egg, and some spices.
Brown some beef or turkey, let it cool, and mix it into the cheese mixture.
Cook some manicotti noodles, let them cool, and fill them with the meat and cheese blend.
Put in a casserole dish and cover with marinara sauce.
Cook for 30 minutes, add cheese on top and broil to toast it.
Served with a salad.
After dinner I meant to practice trombone, but the touring company had sent out a music update and mine included bass trombone parts! After a small panic attack I wrote to inquire about this (am I doubling now? Lol) and quickly got a response that there had been an error and this would be resolved soon. Regardless, I ended up not practicing because there have been changes to the music that I don't have yet.
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Friday.
STRESS DREAMS.
I dreamed I couldn't find my trombone, and I had to use my large-bore, and the slide was absolutely terrible and I could barely get a sound out, and no one would help me look for my trombone. Then I was trying to take a bus back home because Jameson needed help, and the bus kept taking me to the wrong place and finally stopped so the driver could sit there and have a smoke while I was screaming and crying in the back that I had an emergency, please could we GO.
Argh.
Once I was fully awake I had breakfast and filled out an instrument insurance form, then shot out the door to get the back of my hair trimmed because it was already headed into mullet phase. While out I grabbed groceries for tomorrow's "southern dinner", which will be air-fried buttermilk chicken legs, slow-cooked collards with turkey necks, black-eyed peas, and cornbread. And banana pudding for dessert!
Back at the house I packed some more clothing, washed our sheets and a load of my own laundry, and swept and weeded the pool patio.
While out there I found a little gray rat snake, just a baby, hiding under a potted plant.
After lunch....(cont'd next post)
