Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Home for now

The NationsBank Building in Atlanta.  Apparently
 it's now "Bank of America Plaza"...ok.  Took the
picture while stuck in traffic, using the retro camera
app on my phone.
Had a decent band rehearsal last night--I mean, I played well last night.  The band was still having their first night back after a long break.  All the practicing and recital prep has brought my old chops back.  Maybe not my badass college chops, but I'm feeling pretty strong again. 

Worked today at the repair shop--spent about four hours washing, polishing, pricing and re-stocking trumpet mouthpieces.  I'm getting better at finding the prices, but that part takes forever.  I don't know much about trumpet mouthpieces and what they cost--I know what's about normal for a decent student mouthpiece, but there are a million different models, some of which are rare, some of which are just expensive to begin with.  I could spend hours looking them up.  I hate to ask the boss about every single one of them, but it would probably be faster and I could get around to doing other stuff for him.  As it is, I'm going to have to finish next time I go in.

I had to cut down to one day at the shop because of my teaching schedule.  I am going to the university on two days instead of one, and staying overnight in between.  That meant I had to switch my high school day to Tuesdays, which was one of my shop days.  Now I go to band practice Tuesday, stay at the shop and then work there Wednesday, but I have to go home Wednesday so I can get to the college on Thursday.  The shop is closed on Mondays, though I could probably work there anyway.  It's not like I do a lot of customer service, just inventory and website stuff.  I hate to make the drive another time, though, and I'm trying to stay at home more now that John's gone.  I don't like leaving the cats alone that much. 

Last night, I got to eat Purely Decadent coconut milk ice cream--the cookie dough flavor and also mint chip.  Today I had eggs and hash browns for breakfast, both cooked in coconut oil.  Lunch was a gigantic pile of vegetables: asparagus, brussels sprouts, spinach, broccoli and brown rice.  Amazing.  Lunch was late, so I didn't really eat dinner; I snacked on some "multigrain crisps"--they were basically rice cakes--with a blackberry pomegranate flavor.  Sounds weird, but they weren't bad.  I also had fresh dates and a few cashews, and my usual clementine, when I got home tonight.

Leaving tomorrow for the university, so I'll be eating out tomorrow night.  I don't anticipate a lot of problems with dairy, since I usually eat at Atlanta Bread Company or Subway when I'm down there.  There's an awesome little Indian restaurant in town, but it's not very convenient to campus, and I usually just do the soup/sandwich thing and buckle down to practicing.

I have a love/hate thing with my driving and staying away from home.  I like my routine--staying home, then staying in hotels (Priceline is my bitch) or with friends; I like the private time in the hotels and in my car; I usually work harder with less distraction when I'm away from home, and I can relax when I DO stay at home.  The little details are bothersome, though.  I would still rather be home than on the road, so I'm always trying to wrangle the schedule around and get extra days at home.  I don't like spending money on hotels, food or gas.  I don't like packing up my clothes every other day.  I always freak out about which horns I need on which days; I'm afraid of forgetting things.  I like staying in Atlanta because I get to see my friends, but I miss my husband and my cats. 

The gas is going to kill me.  My car is a 2008 and has about 135k on it--I get good gas mileage, but $3/gallon is $3/gallon.  I'm one of those green bastards who thinks that gasoline SHOULD be $5/gallon, and we should develop the technology and the public transportation to be able to live without gas.  I have to move someplace where I can work closer to home, or commute by public transit.  I've always wanted to live in a city where I could walk to work, and here I am driving 500+ miles a week.  Two years ago I was driving 1000 miles a week, so I guess I'm improving.  Sort of.

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