Today, I worked from home with Motown blaring in the background as I sifted through spreadsheets. I wondered if this pandemic business would last forever and found myself pondering whether or not I should get that masters in enthnomusicology for the 100th time or get a bartending license. Here’s the deal – I don’t want to spend $26,000 on a masters degree so I can eat beans in a tent the rest of my life. I really just wanna stay relevant- be healthy and happy.
Anyhoo- all of this daydreaming took me down several rabbit holes. I read about teaching harp online, taking harp lessons online, rescue pits, sulphates, staying employed in 2020, playing session music, what wine goes well with pandemics, funding pages of friends who’ve lost jobs in the service industry, and what haircut is going to make me look and feel fabulous this summer. All the while, my precious K9’s, Lilly and Bedford played and slept within 4 feet of me at all times. They didn’t have a care in the world except whether or not I was going to feed them at 5pm. Man, I love these dogs.
Did I get any actual work done? Not really.
Harp, Wine, and K9's 