Saturday, September 11, 2010

Something cheerful for the weekend...

There has been rather a lot of wailing and gnashing of teeth lately, at the top of our little green hill. In the odd moments when no-one was in hospital, the anguish of the long term has been gusting round the hill top and it's been feeling a bit nippy. Of course we all have to get old, if we are lucky, and adapt ourselves to waning powers. It is when this is combined with waning income and increasing expenses that tossing and turning starts to wear out mattresses.
I think there is something about the start of the scholastic year that induces even more stress.
The nightly chorus of voices in my head;
Will I have enough students to keep my courses going? Have I done enough preparation?
Is what I have prepared too easy/difficult for them?Will they be any good? Able to sing even remotely in tune/read music, cope with the english, able to clap on 2 and 4 instead of the dreadful french habit of 1 and 3....(I blame the accordeon myself...)
Of course, all this goes away as soon as I see how enthusiastic they are.

And last but not least, will I be earning enough or will I have to take in washing...

So far, so good.

Just as long as no one makes any more impulse purchases...

like caravans...

or a

drum kit...



Pass the soap powder...

Nice to see them happy though, isn't it?

6 comments:

Zhoen said...

Indeed. But then, I'm still justifying my own new camera.

Rosie said...

I'm sure you will put it to better use than I have with mine...

Lucy said...

Oh, I'm slow doing the rounds and you have been in the wars! Anxiety's a funny thing, no sooner does one source of it disappear but we're casting about for more...

Bonne rentree m'dear!

Jean said...

Try not to toss and turn too much (impossible not to at all, of course, if you are the tossing and turning type) - life is too brief and precious to spend it worrying, the knowledge of which is I guess the greatest gift that comes with age. The things like drum-kits that make us happy even in the face of aches, pains and worries - oh, those are the important things, and your own creative gifts will always keep reminding you of that. Sorry to hear that the aches, pains and worries quotient has been a bit on the high side recently, though. xxx

Rosie said...

Lucy, I do have an anxiety quotient, an AQ instead of an IQ, and I never have any trouble topping it up.
Jean,
what a lovely comment. It sounds like your meditations have you the overview that I can only glimpse occasionally.
Everything is settling down a bit now, but it is frustrating when you can't do anything to help someone, except listen sympathetically. I'm not very good at that, but practice might make perfect...

20th Century Woman said...

It's funny how much worse things seem at 3 in the morning (when sleep won't come) than they do when morning breaks. But here where I live there is always work for house cleaners who now make more money than I did teaching biology. The biology I used to know is out of date now, but I can still clean a house in a pinch.