I’m wondering about my state of mind. I’ve been listening relentlessly to The Mountain Goats for the last few days, specifically to The Sunset Tree and Get Lonely, which are about the most relentlessly gloomy albums I own. I can’t think of anything going on in the dark recesses, I must get out something jolly and change the pace.
The Sage had a phone call from the buyer of the bottle’n’bowl combo, a cheque will be on its way tomorrow. The sale results are up on the website now, although since then some more unsold pieces have had successful offers – it’s normal for about 20% of lots not to reach their reserves, but I think we may be down to about 3 out of 84 unsold by the end.
Year 9 music today, we were working on Katy Perry and Pachelbel. I go to help with the trickier classes – they are fine, just a few kids whose concentration isn’t all that – and the teacher was bemoaning the fact that I don’t see all the level of concentration achieved in the other classes. She really is good and gets a lot from them, but she expects a fair bit of self-reliance as the year goes on and some of them find that hard. I’m still absurdly inept, but I’m bound to crack it one day. Am I not?
Oh. Reality stares me down. Well, put it this way – I am free of charge.
I’ve had a text from Zig, who thanks you again for the cheering messages left on her blog, which are really encouraging her. And indeed, you are lovely. If I needed kind words, this is where I’d turn.
Oh look – Hoagy Carmichael. He fits the bill all right.