Well, things are on the mend. It’s been about five weeks since “the incident” where I broke my finger. I discovered that I really desire to practice my instruments a lot more, now that I can’t really do it. The good news is, the doctors say that practicing my instruments would be great therapy (just don’t overdo it.) I’m scheduled for twice-a-week sessions with the physical therapist. It’s kind nice being pampered. When life dumps lemons on you, you have to make lemonade. I’ve got enough lemonade, now, to make the world’s largest lemonade stand (and keep it in stock for years.) When I encounter boulders in my way, on the dirt road of life, I first as myself “what have I done, karmically, to create this?” Then, I run for the bulldozer to push it out of my way. I just hope my road-grading equipment doesn’t break down or run out of diesel!
I have done two small gigs in the last two weeks. I played only the bass and boy was my finger tired and sore afterward. I made it through. This is encouraging. Smells like lemonade!
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