Appetizer - Garlic Bread: Where the hell have you been?
Bu-sy. When I'm at work I'm spending out the budget. This translates to typing, non-stop, from the time I get there until the time I leave. It's deadly dull, but critically important that I get this done ASAP.
Appetizer - Cheese Sticks: OK, fine. Why don't you write at home?
Two reasons. First, I'm tired. I'm sick of computers. I'm so tired of looking at computers I don't even read anything. I come home, I stare for awhile and then I go to bed. Or, I come home and clean.
Appetizer - Antipasto: CLEAN? YOU'RE STILL CLEANING?
Yeah. Go figure. It's becoming an illness. Not that I'm necessarily making enormously perceptible progress. But I am making progress. I'm cleaning, organizing, and, yes world, even downsizing. The lucky recipients of my purge happen to be my students, who flock to my studio to rifle through the pile of free music. The neverending project is long and tedious, and well, neverending. But there is no denying that the more I do, the better it gets, and when all is said and done, it's a very good thing.
Soup - Minestrone: Wazzup with American Idol?
Yeah. Mandisa is gone which kind of blows. Sadly, country wasn't her style, but in all honesty, it wasn't most people's style. It wasn't even Billy-Bob-Bucky's style, and he's the one with the cowboy hat. Next week is songs by Queen. I feel like I should write Freddy Mercury an apology letter ... and he's dead. Be afraid. Be very, very afraid.
Soup - Chowder: Anything else to report reality-wise?
All the other shows seem to be percolating along, but nothing is really stand-out spectacular. Race is fine. Survivor is too. Model is OK. The Donald is passable. But none of it strikes me as "must see" TV. Yet another casualty of my too-busy, too-tired world.
Salad: What's the haps with TinyTuna?
TinyTuna is currently fixated on the itty bitty fact that tomorrow she is going to be twelve. She asked if being twelve means you get a cell phone (no) or a laptop computer (no). I asked if being twelve means you instantly become delusional. Poor child had the misfortune of being born to a mean mother.
Main Dish: What's the haps with GreenTuna?
Aside from the budget spending and the house cleaning, I'm looking at two singing gigs this weekend (Brahm's Requiem -- very yummy), taxes not yet done (lazy!), a Good Friday Mozart Requiem gig (can't go wrong there), a something or other to sing gig on Holy Saturday night, oh yeah, I have to sing something on Palm Sunday that I can't find (sadly typical), a TBA high, fast and loud piece to sing on Easter (twice), TinyTuna's family birthday party on Easter Sunday (Easter Gorp! Sing Halleluia!!), one more week of teaching (grateful), and an Opera Workshop performance for my kids (scary). Feel sorry for me? Don't. Nearly everything in the list is a very good thing. The bad thing is that it's all happening in the next fourteen days. But the life of a musician is definitely a feast-or-famine proposition, and I'm grateful for the feast.
Dessert: Anything else?
Since TinyTuna received maybe the BEST advice book ever, I'll leave you with some sage advice from Nancy Drew's Guide to Life:
Obviously, it is good to avoid explosions in general.
Real Friday's Feast Answers
Appetizer: Name a trait you share with your parents or your children?
The ability to be wickedly funny or just plain wicked.
Soup: List three qualities in a good leader, in your opinion.
Listen. Learn. Lead. In that order.
Salad: Who is your favorite television chef?
The Swedish Chef. Bork!Bork!Bork!
Main Course: Share a story about a gift you received from someone you love.
What. Ever. Move along.
Dessert: How do you react under pressure?
Depends who is exerting the pressure and for what reasons.