… I can’t concentrate on these evaluations in my office. Bah. To the iBook in the living room with me.
At least this is a well-written one.
… I can’t concentrate on these evaluations in my office. Bah. To the iBook in the living room with me.
At least this is a well-written one.
Okay. Have somewhat recovered from the Great Cello Disappointment of ’08, and am ready to move on.
It was the size of the number that was throwing me. Divided by two it was easier to wrap my mind around, but still beyond what we’d originally thought and definitely beyond my budget. And I can’t ask my cousin to pay that much either; he’s got a spouse and a child just a few months younger than Liam, plus a mortgage.
So I think we’ll just put it back in a closet until such time as we can afford it. It was in a closet for three years; another few won’t make a difference. When I am Wealthy from Selling Many Books and Reaping Wild Royalties I’ll think about it again. Or if we win the lottery. They’re equally possible at this point.
In the meantime there are other things to save up for, like a down payment for a house. And again, it’s not like I have no instrument at all; I’m not in a situation where I absolutely have to find one as soon as possible. And if size becomes an increasingly sensitive issue for my technique, the Eastman 7/8 is muchly affordable. I suspect my luthier will keep ordering them in until I find one that I am quite comfortable with, and we can then finesse it until it’s perfect. My teacher has already recommended that I use a smaller instrument for improved handling and intonation — before she was my teacher, of course, but last lesson she did say that my regular hand position was necessarily exaggerated because the cello was so large and was probably one of the reasons my intonation is wibbly. This means I get to go back to idly trying 7/8s while I sock money away. Not a bad deal at all. (One thing this experience has given me is a better perspective on the idea of buying something equivalent in quality to what I have. A lateral move that helps improve my handling of the instrument is fine, especially if it saves money like buying the Eastman would. One of the things that I was stumbling over with the Eastman celli was their affordablility; I had a bigger budget, and it’s not like I had to spend the extra money, but if it was there maybe I could have found something better. Now that we’re looking at saving money, things are different. Funny how a single experience can change your point of view just by giving it context.)
In other cello-related news, last night I did indeed buy that soft case I found listed on Kijiji. It was a case of (no pun intended) buying this one for $45, or taking my current case into a tailor shop to have them set a protective flap of something soft to lie under the zipper to protect what’s beneath it (there’s an actual term for that but I can’t remember it), in this instance the cello (because remember, zipper scratching cello = bad, bad, bad) which would probably cost around forty dollars anyhow. It isn’t exactly the model I used this summer with the trial 7/8 it’s the next model down: more basic, less luxurious. This soft case still has three times the padding of my original gig bag and has a carrying handle parallel to the length of the case so I can carry it beside me, as opposed to the perpendicular handles the had me carrying the original gig bag upright with the neck of the cello leaning against my shoulder instead. It has backpack straps too, although I think I’ll put my original straps on the new case because they’re wider and have the rubber grip pads on them so they won’t slip. I’m very happy with it. My cello fits very snugly in it, so the case doesn’t slide around it like the original gig bag does, which means I have better control over the cello as I carry it. The one drawback I’ve found is that the pocket for sheet music is sized for 8 x 10 inch folders, whereas my music folder is 11 x 14. It also lacks a second small pocket on the back of the neck which is where I put my leather endpin strap in my original case, which isn’t a huge deal. It’s a fully acceptable sacrifice for the padding and protection! It keeps its shape when it’s empty. That’s how much padding it has.
I am also trying to coordinate with the seller of the hard case to take a look at it. It’s the same hard case our substitute principal at the Canada Day concert had, one that I don’t see listed for sale often. The hard case was going to be a necessity for the Mystery Cello, but it’s obviously not as crucial any more. Still, it’s a steal of a deal, and worth checking out, as I’ll need a new hard case at some point. Fortunately she’s open to the idea of meeting me on her lunch hour on Thursday; I’ll be needing the car as she’s off in Ahuntsic. I have to bring my cello, you see, to make sure it fits, and the idea of going home via public transport with two cases is frightful. Also, it would take most of my day and I have work to do.
Speaking of work, off I go to download another manuscript evaluation. And in other news, tonight is our first parent-teacher interview with the boy’s educators. I’m going to forget that if I don’t set an alarm to tell me when to stop working and leave in time to meet HRH at work via public transport.
I had a wonderful all-day co-coven retreat day. Great rituals, excellent workshops and discussions, awesome food, terrific company!
Then I came home and checked my e-mail — not only am I negotiating to buy someone’s semi-soft case but I also have a lead on a hard case! — and discovered that the luthier had finally e-mailed me a quote for the repair of the mystery cello.
It will cost far beyond what I was originally quoted. Even half of it is far more than I can afford, more than I have put aside. Even if I could somehow magically conjure a high-paying job for the next month or so, I couldn’t make up the missing amount.
It looks like this isn’t going to happen after all.
I’m numb.
Yes, gentle readers, not only have I baked two loaves of bread, made pizza dough, and a batch of new incense, but I have added to Orchestrated!
New words today: 2,493
Total word count, Orchestrated: 28,739
Makes me want to go add seven words just so I can type ‘2,500.’
And just because I am feeling smug:
Total word count, Nine Noble Virtues workshop: 3,092
Over 5,000 words today. Very nice. Plus the incense and the bread and the other stuff. The one thing I haven’t done today is practise, but I forgive myself. Also, my fingers are all non-fine-motor-skills today for some reason, and I had trouble standing up properly this morning, so.
Time to wrap things up before HRH picks me up o nhis way home so we can do the purchasing of Pizza Toppings Autumn Forgot Yesterday as well as milk and coffee and other things I didn’t know we needed, and then collect the small boy from Grandma’s house.
… is running precisely in schedule. (Now that I’ve said that, of course, life as we know it will collapse.)
I spent the morning outlining and expanding my workshop for tomorrow’s All-Day-Double-CovenPalooza, and finished polishing it pretty much on the stroke of noon, which is when I wanted it done. There is bread rising. When that’s done and in the oven, there will be pizza dough made. (Note to self: You forgot to pick up peppers and mushrooms yesterday, scatterbrain. Not that they were on the shopping list.) (Not that being on the list would have made any difference. Or maybe it might have, because I actually did get everything on the grocery list, just not the to-do list.) I had breakfast, and lunch, too. I even managed a shower. The postman brought HRH’s copy of Fable II, and my copy of The Red Violin, so I have a new movie to watch tonight while we pack for CovenPalooza.
My last evaluation/review of the book that brought me so much pain was accepted, no edits required. You have no idea how thankful I am.
In the realm of music, I have just discovered Thea Gilmore and am thoroughly enjoying listening to Avalanche. Also still enjoying Alice Cooper’s latest, Along Came a Spider, and I recently pulled Christine Fellow’s The Last One Standing into rotation again.
I’m going to walk away from the desktop and the siren call of the Internet now and curl up with the iBook to reacquaint myself with Orchestrated. It’s very frustrating to do this in fits and starts, but one does what one can.
Today is a beautiful, sunny, crisp fall day, and I had my first private cello lesson in ten years.
We addressed lots of things, which didn’t feel overwhelming at the time but as I’m processing it I’m thinking that wow, yes, it was a lot. Ringing tones, intonation and tonalization, bow grip, leading with the elbow (which is completely at odds with how I was originally taught, which was to lead from the wrist, but I can see how leading with the elbow opens the body up and can produce a more beautiful and precise sound, and she says she was first taught the wrist way as well so at least I’m in good company), exercises for the bow grip and how it’s supposed to pivot around the thumb as the bow moves from frog to tip and back, shifting exercises from first to second position… yes, it’s a lot. But these things all came up as we worked through a Schumann chorale piece, playing slow, long notes to really hear what was happening. I spent a lot of the lesson with my eyes closed or staring off at nothing while I tried to listen to the sound I was making and feel the way my hands and arms had begin repositioned so that I could do it again on my own. I felt muscles in my right arm that I didn’t know were used while bowing. I just hope I can remember how it feels.
She asked about what books and exercises I had, what I’d played before, and what I was interested in playing. I didn’t think at first to list the things I wanted to work on, but I didn’t need to because most of them came up in the course of the lesson! Ultimately what I’m looking for is how to better create a beautiful sound, something large and rich and, well, beautiful. So we’re going to go back to some of my first pieces and work on those, focusing on intonation and lovely sound, and start looking at the Rick Mooney books I bought this summer to help shifting and position work.
I am so happy to be doing something about this. And it’s affordable, and enjoyable, and good for me.
I realized at the end of the lesson that I’d spent an awful lot of the last fourteen years trying not to make a big sound, thanks to the scarring experience of having seniors banging on my floors and ceilings when I tried to practise at the very beginning. The Resident Fan Club will be happy to know that from now on I am not allowed to use a practise mute, nor pull the power I’m trying to channel through the bow. My teacher’s main room is tiled with lovely earth-toned ceramic tile and has a grand piano in it, so the sound echoes beautifully and it’s really easy to hear sympathetic strings vibrating when you play a ringing tone.
In other cello-related news, I have a lead on a semi-soft cello case that is exactly the one I loved so much that came with the Eastman 7/8 I tried this summer! The person selling it on Kijiji is being slow about returning my e-mails though, and I don’t want to lose this the way I’ve lost the last six tries to buy a secondhand iBook. I’m now waiting to hear when she can meet me so I can see/buy it. And last night’s orchestra rehearsal was very good too; we’re sounding a lot more precise and there are actual dynamics happening. We spend the first ten minutes doing exercises with a scale related to a piece we’re working on, using different bow techniques and strokes and so forth. The guest conductor is tailoring these exercises to something we’ll encounter in the music we’re working on that night. Very clever; keeps it all fresh in the mind. And as for the music, the Wagner’s off the programme and a Vivaldi concerto grosso is on.
Of course the postperson came while I was gone, so I missed a package. But there were cheques for work done waiting for me when I got home! I also did some banking, stopped by the library to pick up a reserve and found two other new acquisitions that I wanted to read as well, I put gas in the car, and did a small grocery pickup. My cello lessons are right by Fairview, and as I pulled away from my teacher’s house I thought, Is there anything I need at Fairview? Nah, and kept going… only to realize on the highway halfway home that yes, I had indeed needed to pick up something very specific at Fairview, and that I was an idiot because I even had it written on a list of things to do… that was safely inside my pocket where I couldn’t see it. Argh. Looks like I’m going to need an agenda again, something more portable than my lovely but big Daytimer binder I used to use when I was working outside the home. Maybe I’ll treat myself to a trip to the office supply shop on the way to collect the boy, to see what they have.
In the meantime, I am brining chicken. I am tempted to get some Brie and mushrooms so I can make those delicious chicken pastry things again, but HRH is leaving early tonight so I don’t think we’ll have time for that. The chicken will be just as lovely on its own.
It is really so very hard to do these evaluations when the manuscripts are awful. I have to couch things in diplomatic terms and come up with suggestions of how to improve it. It takes at least twice as long on a bad one as a good one takes. Fortunately I get two or three good ones for every awful one. I told Ceri I was work-avoiding yesterday, and she said, “So I take it This manuscript doesn’t need an editor, it needs a paper shredder is right out as a commentary?” That’s kind of where things are at right now.
I have finished the basic review; now I have to go through it and make sure my formatting is correct and I’ve said nice things before I say mean things. Diplomatically. Ugh.
To give myself breaks from it throughout the day, I have baked maple walnut muffins (note to self: when you make them half the size, reduce baking time accordingly, you idiot) (but it’s all right, Liam won’t care if they’re a bit crunchy; he’s a sweetheart that way), I have done laundry, I have eaten lunch. Now to the final step of polishing the review and sending it off. It has to be out of my hands by the end of the work day or I will go mad.
Ye gods, orchestra tonight. I should kill this headache that is spawning in my lower skull in plenty of time.