It’s been one hell of a week. And I’m not just talking about the strange and twisted web the political sphere is taking….though that is enough to make any sane person vomit.
There was also ten inches of snow. Two visits to the mechanic. Great panic and frustration in trying to learn how to use the homestead’s air compressor (obviously, by Jenna, the fella knows how to use all the tools). Cancelled lessons and educations and meetings all due to the aforementioned causes. And a scheduled performance that is making me sick with trepidation because I allowed someone to talk me into singing a classical song….and in all seriousness, I have the vocal range of a preschooler and should never ever ever sing classical music. Ever. Never people. Why did I say yes? Oh dear lord why?
I don’t even know if the reason I want to vomit is because of the butterflies of my looming performance, the anxiety of all the lost revenue from this week of storms and car trouble (you could say my weekly budget is a tad….ummm….insane-feel free to ask me about it sometime) or the ever-more real impending fear that I may need to join some militia or be a part of some underground organization to combat the rise of fascism.
God I hope I don’t vomit.
Here’s a video about the bead board process. You know….to calm my nerves.