I wrote a little poem buddy a few days ago, but I didn't want it to be my first post, because then people would think that this was a poetry blog, which it isn't. So then I started writing another post that was prose, but that ended up being a rambling mess about tuning pianos that made me sound like a complete maniac (or is it...Maine-iac? Yuk-yuk-yuk). Then yesterday I realized that that day, combined with the day before had been very demonstrative of what this blogging venture is supposed to be about; those couple of days happened to combine a lot of different facets of my life in a way that made me think of the "one-stop Tessa-shop" that I mentioned in this blog's "About" section.
Anyway, so here's what happened. On Mondays, I usually have a leisurely morning, and then I head into a piano store called Starbird, where I tune some pianos in their showroom. It's a low-pressure situation, where there are always pianos that need tuning, but not always with any particular deadline (of course if there ever were a deadline, my Monday morning would be somewhat less leisurely, but I digress).
My weekend had been utterly exhausting, filled with travel to and from Cape Cod, where I watched my partner/husband Chris compete in a barbershop (singing) contest and also stayed up all night to celebrate two of his quartets qualifying for the international contest. More on that another day. So on Monday I felt very dead. The owner at Starbird is very kind and understanding of the fact that humans need things other than money, so I texted him to let him know that I wasn't going to make it into the store that day. I was happy to have made the commitment to not change out of my pajamas all day.
So I had some snoozles and some coffee, and I unpacked a bit from the weekend. Then around midday I decided to do a little project that I was in an ideal time window for. I have a piano workshop in my backyard, and on Friday, the piano I'd been working on moved back into its home. Next Monday, my next patient, I mean piano is moving into the shop. Those who have read about my workshop may know that not all of the walls have, well, walls. I've had some plywood burning a hole in my pocket, as it were, for a while now, waiting to go up until there wasn't a piano in the shop. So Monday was the day.
I worked on that, and now my shop doesn't look (as) unfinished anymore! At least, the largest areas of exposed spray foam insulation are covered now. I don't have any pictures of it, because it literally just looks like walls.
By then it was time to take Oscar (the panting dog in the photo above) to the vet to get some stitches out - no big deal.
Then I went for a run (just an easy one, because again, feeling dead), made myself some tea, and had a virtual friend-date with a couple of pals. All in all, a very nice recovery day, filled with a mix of work-adjacent things, and non-work-adjacent things.
So Tuesday. Less varied, but another nice, demonstrative day. It went like this:
Tuning a piano I hadn't met before
Home for lunchtime (this NEVER happens - a real treat)
Tuning a piano I had met before
Home again to restart my vegetable seedlings, because they, like me on Monday, are dead (see photo)
First day of ultimate frisbee spring league (outdoors - yay!)
So, clearly I put more effort in to telling y'all about Monday than about Tuesday, but I felt like this was getting long, and I also don't want people to think this blog is gonna be a novel every post. So here you go. I'm figuring it out as I go, and all I really want is a setting where I can write about whatever, where I know people will see it...because otherwise I'll never write, and that wouldn't be great. I like writing.
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