I am looking out my window this morning, it is grey outside and raining. The fire has gone out in the kitchen and I am feeling fed-up...well, a bit uptight if the truth is told.
I am tired, my shoulders are tense and I have a large red sore patch on my neck where my violin has been resting.
I have just watched a gigantic red removal truck carefully ascending the narrow, steep driveway of my neighbours and realise that they must have finally sold their house. It is not a nice day to be packing and relocating. They have lived there for about fifteen years ...it will be quite a change for them to move into town.
Two more rehearsals until the concert and I shall be glad when Sunday is here. Last night I looked at the faces of all my friends in the orchestra, musicians I have played with for many years and thought that everyone looked tired and tense. No one looked as if they were enjoying it immensely. I hope it will be different tonight.
I am very glad that I am not in a professional orchestra although the pay might be quite nice !
I am weary of playing the difficult passages over and over.
Time for a tea break and some knitting of cables I think.