Today was a quiet day from the perspective of who was around, because it was just me and my young coworker. It wasn't quiet at all in a literal sense, because yesterday there was some kind of leak and so they set up big industrial fans in our break room. Because when I'm in there I'm either preparing food or washing dishes, it was very hard to cover my ears, and I worry that these fans may have done some permanent damage. At my Brazilian drumming lesson, we were talking about hearing loss before things started, and one guy said you always have hearing loss in the ear that faces the car window, so your left ear if you drive more, but mine should be more even because a lot of time I'm a passenger. When you have the window open, it's a lot more noise than you realize, and apparently it results in hearing damage. I never thought of wearing earplugs in the car; I always wear them for drum lessons, but yesterday I didn't know the fans would be in the break room, and today I didn't know they would still be there, or I could have brought ear plugs from home.
At lunch I walked with Hardingfele, and the one thing she doesn't have in her office is ear plugs. I was complaining about a guy who was going to bring me the tax form from a musician who performed on campus, how he was asking me to do all these crazy things like call the musician and get his home address and then mail him a stamped, self-addressed envelope and the printed-out form for him to fill in, and I said usually when we say we'll cosponsor another department's event, someone just asks us for our funding string. Anyway, I told the guy he could leave the tax form with my coworker if I happened not to be around, and we thought maybe he'd come during lunch, but he didn't. I had another training in the test environment for our new system, and I made a lot of mistakes but did learn from them... and the guy didn't come while I was doing that either. Finally I took my afternoon walk, and when I got back, there was a guy in a cowboy hat, looking all Bob Wills, and he said he had just dropped off the tax form with my coworker. We chatted a bit, and we're both musicians ourselves, and he said he knows Hardingfele a little bit. Then I wondered if she resented me bad-mouthing him during our lunchtime walk, but when I asked her if she knew him, she said no, not at all. The best part is that I was wearing my big white sun hat, so when we met each other in the hallway, we both had big hats on. That seems appropriate.
Today at Night Prayer someone voluntold me that I'd be singing, which happens a lot because I guess they all think I have the best voice in the group. Then someone else wanted me to sing the Pentecost sequence, and it's in my Magnificat magazine, so I took a stab at it. Not sure how well I did with the tune, but they all seemed impressed. It did feel like redemption after that disappointing sequence on Sunday to the tune of "Ode to Joy." So I just looked it up, and it's in the Dorian mode (no surprise there), and I listened to it to see how close I got. Not too bad for a tune I hear once a year!
Famous Hat
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