Another year has passed, and another Thanksgiving has rolled around. In the tradition of this blog going back to 2017, I’m throwing back to past Thanksgiving Day posts. I’ll alternate between italicized and non-italicized posts so readers can see the layers of commentary and annual updates.
In re-reading “TBT^2: It’s a Thanksgiving Miracle,” it’s interesting to reflect on the contrast between 2019 and 2020. Yes, 2020 has been a rough year universally, but it’s personally been one of my better years. The Virus really took its toll financially, especially on my private music lessons and gigging empire, but both of those are recovering as folks mellow out about The Virus and the holidays approach. I’m back to six students now, and have been blessed with some truly God-sent bookings recently.
The Virus brought a silver lining: it forced me to slow down. All the shutdowns made me do what I would have been loathe to do voluntarily—give up various extracurricular activities and side gigs. For the first time in probably seven years, I took the summer off, other than my History of Conservative Thought course and one intrepid piano student (and three days of painting for the school, because they were desperate). I reluctantly got on some extremely mild anxiety medication, and now I love the stuff—I’m not fretting over insignificant things anymore.
I enjoyed distance learning, too, though I am glad to be back with students (most days). It provided the opportunity to laser-focus on my teaching, without all the extra little duties and responsibilities that normally come with teaching generally and my position specifically. I missed putting on a big Spring Concert, but I didn’t miss the stress, the lack of institutional support, and the hours and hours of unwinding and connecting XLR cables.
All in all, it’s been a very good year. I’m up to eight generous subscribers now to my SubscribeStar page, and many of you have purchased my music on Bandcamp. Your support came when I needed it most, and for that, I will always be grateful.
Happy Thanksgiving 2020!
Dang, it’s been another year already. Yikes! Last year I wrote about the updates since the tragic weekend before Thanksgiving 2017. The year after my fall was eventful, as I detail below (my commentary on the original post from the old website is in italics).
Looking back, 2019 has been pretty solid, too. I’ve been a bit morose in a few posts lately, but the beauty of Thanksgiving is it helps clarify the mind—we’re told to focus on what we’re thankful for, and it seems to work.
I’m sure I’ve put back on some of those fifty-one pounds since last year, thanks to the warm complacency—uh, I mean, love!—of being in a steady relationship with a genuinely good person (no falling from ladders in this one). But I still feel pretty good in terms of health.
My little house is coming along. I finally have a dishwasher for the first time since 2011 (it’s humming away at the moment), which is truly a time-saver.
My current roster of private music students is hovering around seven after reaching a peak of ten earlier in the year (I’ve never cracked ten, but that’s probably good for my sanity and schedule), and that continues to be my favorite side hustle (indeed, it’s probably my favorite job, and I’m exploring ways to expand it further).
As far as the injury goes, it still bothers me from time to time, but it’s much better than it was. The “gnarly scar” on my leg looks far less terrifying, too. I can play piano and bass more comfortably, though extended time on a guitar does begin to bother me a bit.
Politically, everything is focused on impeachment. I’ll be glad when that fails. Here’s hoping that this time next year, I’m gloating about Trump’s forty-State landslide reelection while eating turkey and dressing.
It’s Thanksgiving Day 2018, and I have much to thank God for this year: a new home, a good job, eight (and counting) private music students, President Trump, and a mostly-functioning left wrist. I’ve also lost about fifty-one (51) pounds since early June. Sure, the midterms were a bit of a stalemate, but the GOP kept the Senate.
In that spirit, below is 2017’s “It’s a Thanksgiving Miracle,” a post about surviving a pretty nasty (and stupid) fall from an extension ladder onto a concrete pad. I wrote that post just a few days after the fall, and expressed my thanks to God for sparing me worse injuries. The wrist is mostly healed now (I can play bass, guitar, and piano again, though the wrist gets agitated after playing bass or guitar after about thirty minutes), although it will probably never be back to 100%. There’s still a gnarly scar on my left leg, though the leg itself is fine (the scar, unfortunately, doesn’t look cool or dangerous; it’s just kind of a scary gash).
This past Saturday, I fell from a ladder while hanging Christmas lights…. I shattered my left wrist—it’s called a distal radius fracture—and gashed my left leg. My head was also hurt, but there was no damage to my brain.
The fall was about 10-12 feet onto concrete. It could have been much, much worse; I am very thankful it wasn’t.
The doctor at the ER and the nurse practitioner both told me I would almost certainly need surgery due to the nature of my fracture. I saw the orthopedist Tuesday, and he was able to set the fracture to an “acceptable” state.
Setting the fracture without surgery was a major answer to prayer. I go back on 5 December for a follow-up; if the setting takes, I’ll get a flexi-cast. If not, I’ll have to have surgery.
That’s all to say that my posting will be [limited] for a time, as typing is rather tedious (I’m “typing” this post on my cell phone–the predictive text actually makes it faster). I’ll continue to do my best to deliver quality content and thoughtful analysis, just in shorter and less frequent chunks.
I am very thankful to our Creator, the Lord Jesus Christ, for extending His Hand of protection and healing; He has already worked miracles during my recovery through the prayers of many friends and family (not to mention the capable hands of my excellent orthopedic surgeon). I’m grateful to be alive!
God Bless, and Happy Thanksgiving!
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