Apologies to my regular readers for the very delayed post today. Now that I have a large contingent of British readers, I really like to hit the 6:30 AM EST posting time, which I imagine is around lunchtime for them, so they have something to read over their tea and crumpets while my American readers have something to read over their grits and coffee.
As I’ve alluded to in other posts, the past two weeks or so have been absolutely insane for yours portly. As my school’s music teacher, I’m also the audio-visual wizard on campus. With Homecoming Week last week, it was my responsibility to make sure the sound system at the football field was working properly, and to assist with setup for some of the Homecoming games. I also set up another ad hoc sound system for my High School Music Ensemble to play a couple of songs at a pep rally Friday morning. When most of your musicians play guitar and piano, the logistics of plugging everything in become more daunting when taken outdoors.
Needless to say, all of my planning time was consumed with these activities, and I spent most of my Music classes using student labor to move equipment to and from the football field. That meant more time in the evenings and early mornings working on school-related stuff, and less time to focus on the blog.
In the midst of all of the Homecoming Week wackiness, I’m also running for reelection to Lamar Town Council and practicing and preparing for the 2021 Spooktacular. Tonight I have a candidates forum for the former, and last night my buddy John and I practiced for the latter.
Add to all of that a whopping dollop of after-school music lessons, and you can tell I’ve had precious little time for much else. I had a fun-filled day with my girlfriend on Saturday, then turned around Sunday and immediately set to work finalizing first quarter report card grades.
I’m not complaining—I like being busy—but I hope readers will extend some graciousness and excuse some occasionally late posts. My poor dog has been getting the short end of the bully stick, too, though we both collapsed into a snoring heap on the couch last night after John departed.
Such are the rhythms of life. Here’s hoping things return to a more stately tempo after the frenetic rhythm of the last few weeks. Again, I don’t want to be bored, but having a little more time to focus on writing would be great.