frustrations and pleasures

Frustrations:

how much !@#%!@#@ work it's going to take to get my musical chops back

how much !@##%!@$ effort it's going to take to regain the muscle tone I had back in 2003

feeling edgy for no damn good reason in a van full of Mormon missionaries ( = fellow Country Music Marathon volunteers)

MacMail. Fee, fie, foe, fnarrrrrr.

still tangled up in the thickets of a project that was more complicated than it needed to be

still two more proposals to write

still a pile of not-yet-posted correspondence on top of my photocopier

Pleasures:

I'm not utterly musically inept. Did a good job blending during sextet practice.

Being able to gaze through the windows during rehearsal -- dark green trees against a periwinkle expanse. The color of the sky deepening into gradations of rich saturated blues, and then into the almost-black of night.

My beta-readers completely rock the house. *waves at aunty_marionand busaikko*

Being able to crochet through most of my shift at the marathon expo... and being reminded that it can look like magic to other people.

The cantata my church will be premiering on June 11, Sources, is going to be a classic. I don't get excited about everything Jason writes, but the lyricist (Rev. Dr. Kendyl Gibbons) is bringing out some of his best -- the first movement ("In the Beginning") and fifth ("No Other World") both rock my socks off.

English butter toffee.

Back to the easel now...