I enjoy shopping in essentially no circumstance. Yesterday, we went shopping for eight hours. Eight hours. A full night’s sleep. We happened into this Disney World-esque town that consisted of brand new shops, stores, and restaurants, mashed into a few blocks, surrounded by massive piles of the dirt that was moved to accommodate their existence. I say it was Disney World-esque because it seemed so new and pretty and resort-like. I could’ve sworn we were states away from Minnesota, only because this weird place seemed so foreign… And now you can tell how often I go shopping, and for that matter, shopping in suburbia.
Tornadoes touched down, damaged property, and killed and injured people in Minneapolis yesterday. The weather seems to be especially bad these past few months. Thankfully, we were not affected by the weather and do not know anyone who was, but I feel for those people who were.
Partially because of the weather, we did not go camping this weekend as we had planned. The other part of the reason is that I am much more indoorsy than outdoorsy. I like being outdoors, so long as I have access to the indoors. (This is much, much more true in the winter than the spring and summer. Let’s just say I am not a happy snowshoer/inadequate snowboot-wearer who owns nearly no outdoor gear to protect myself from cold under 60 degrees Fahrenheit. And let’s also say that I will take this information into account and continue to complain about how much I hate the cold.)
Does anyone else feel that music is their job and not their hobby, and that therefore it’s no fun to do outside work hours? I ask this because, while we did not go camping, we did meet the campers/outdoorers for dinner, after which they were going to gather for a sing-along. I promptly rejected that idea, even though no one asked nor had they actually started to play.
Let’s recap: This weekend was all kinds of crazy, but pretty neat, too.
No pictures today. I’m trying to get myself to take at least one picture once a day. But I did not do such a thing on this day.
Findings
Apparently I glean a huge amount of confidence from simply being around other music therapists. On Wednesday night, I had the opportunity and privilege to rehearse with my ex- co-intern for an event in which we are performing, and the familiarity I share with him was so helpful to me. He and I are in the same, beginning phase of our careers, and we have positions in similar facilities, and the act of discussing experiences we’ve had with our co-workers and residents was just so dang refreshing.
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| Bash in the grass |
One of my favorite music therapy bloggers (Kat Fulton at Rhythm for Good) posted recently about the importance of creating space for a music therapy session. Oh, for that to happen…
This weekend, we are supposed to go camping, but of course we’re also supposed to get a bucket of rain all day tomorrow.
Tonight: an orchestra concert.
Moonlit panic
Nothing like being completely worthless all night last night and then waking up at 1:30 AM because A., I was dreaming that I wore jeans to work on a not-casual dress code day that is every day but Friday; and B., I was convinced that I am doing a terrible job as a music therapist. I essentially didn’t sleep for the remainder of the night. Maybe it was the full moon a couple nights ago.
I “taught a class” or “conducted a session” (something I can’t call music therapy because there aren’t goals, apart from providing an engaging experience, in mind for my residents/clients) this afternoon that was one big factor for my unease last night. I “taught,” or rather “shared,” the knowledge I have regarding the difference between violin and fiddle. Ever seen/heard a Chinese erhu? Did you know that it is technically a fiddle?
Another reason I can’t call this particular session/class/what-have-you music therapy is because it’s an open group– anyone can come and go at any time. Does anyone have music therapy groups that are open? This is an honest question; I’d love to know.
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| Mine. |
And: Has any violinist out there have any suggestions for alleviating back pain that I am almost certain is caused by playing violin? My hard cider and extra strength Tylenol combination isn’t doing the trick.
Maya Angelou and fall prevention
Today I attended a seminar on fall prevention in nursing homes/care centers/skilled nursing facilities. Doesn’t sound like fun? Yeah, it wasn’t, but our presenter was fantastic. She used a fantastic quote from Maya Angelou: “I did then what I knew how to do. Now that I know better, I do better.” Unfortunately, she was using it to reference the kinds of care provided to residents of nursing homes decades ago.
Tonight marks the only unspoken-for, unscheduled night I’ll have for seven days. Luckily, the weather is fantastic, so we planted our few plants.
I am developing a website to use professionally. I am considering dividing my blog, and dedicating a professional blog to that particular site, and moving this one to another place. When I decide, ’twill be done, and it’ll be easy to use.
Sometimes I should worry
A really intense few days lie behind me. Big downs and big ups, and I am happy to have had a day of a big up. However, I think it’s interesting to notice that sometimes the amount of worry and anxiety I experience about a particular event really isn’t too irrational– I performed pretty badly, I am sorry to admit, at an event over the weekend, and it ruined my day. And most of the days coming up to the performance. I have always been one to worry, and this time it was justified. Huh. Not a fun realization.
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| Flowers also known as tulips |
But, Thomas and I have found places we’d like for our reception. That’s awesome news. And we started the gardening process. Also good…
I am spent. Here is a picture Thomas took.
Live music and late posts
Blogger was down on Thursday, but dang it, I wrote a post anyway. The following:
Excellence occurred today. One of my groups did a significant analysis of lyrics, which led to discussion. Residents conversed with one another, and seemed to connect on the topic. All was well.
And, I got to see one of my very best friends, and also one of my bridesmaids, tonight. Her boyfriend played a show at the Triple Rock Social Club, and I will be fortunate enough to see her tomorrow night and into the weekend. If Ever Was a Fire will be playing tomorrow night in Des Moines and the following night in Ames. I wish them luck; their drummer was very good. J
Maintaining groups
I have picked up another job, as of last week (and potentially another, third job), and I am already noticing some possibly great opportunities with one of my groups, as well as challenges with my identity as a music therapist. I am content and excited to be developing more experience with the senior population, and that I am using my other primary instrument– the violin/fiddle– in a much more prominent way. But the challenge is that this particular group, and actually many of the others I facilitate, are open groups– anyone can come, anyone can go. I am able to balance such a session with the 1:1s (that I am absolutely loving) with people in assisted living, which happen directly after this particular open group. However, I feel that there are so many obstacles in the way.
I would love to hear from any music therapist out there who works in skilled nursing facilities or care centers. Essentially, I’d like to know good tactics for keeping large, open groups therapeutic. (What a broad answer that could require.)
In other news: Bash had his first vet appointment today. He seems happy.Storm
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| Toward the beginning of the game |
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| Before the storm |
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| And the purple sky |
Remember when I mentioned the Twins game in my post yesterday? Well, after four innings, we got to see pouring rain and hail, with a tornado warning siren in the background. However, they did wait long enough to resume play, but Thomas and I didn’t stay too much after they started again.
Let’s see, what else happened today… Oh, a volunteer at work stopped me in the hall to ask if he could bring all of the instruments he owns (which initially is super cool) to play on my units during my session times (which initially is not super cool), but not until after he asked if I had a guitar tuner so that he could point out he thought I was out of tune. However, he made a point to assure me, “I’m not trying to take your job or anything.” (I highly doubt he knows what my job is.) I found out very shortly thereafter that he is, in fact, trying to find a job on our staff.
And here I have encountered my first strange I-need-to-be-somewhat-possessive-of-the-music-that-happens-here moments.
Go Twins. (We were down 6-0 when we left.)
Piano Bash
I will tell you what’s cool. Using your smartphone to listen to Pandora while running for the first time in two weeks because you feel fat and have the first half marathon you’ve ever run to prepare for in a few months. And an expected 80-degree day tomorrow for the Twins game we get to see in the corporate box (free drinks and dinner).
I spent a good portion of the day fretting about having to use piano for a group at the end of the day. I didn’t use it, but I will next week, so that means I have a whole week to worry about that. And to worry about the wedding music I will be playing on Saturday. Hopefully I will spend the time I want and need to spend on this music. However, there are so many other things to do in a day. Maybe I won’t sleep anymore.
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| Hello, Bash. You are skinny. |
Here are some pictures of mighty Bash, whose previous owners invested some precious time in preparing him for us; he is the most well-mannered 10-month-old puppy I have ever known. I am really surprised by him and absolutely pleased.
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Lists
A real weekend lies before me. A real, two-day, grown-up weekend, that is happening on a Saturday and Sunday. And the weather is gorgeous, which is tremendous and wonderful.
Here is another list of sentences I dislike (note that they are said to me by typically-functioning adults with well minds):
“You look sick.”
“I can’t believe you had such luck getting roles [in theatre].”
“I don’t like that [wedding] dress on you. Your shoulders are so masculine.”
“You don’t seem like a theatre person to me at all. You are way too introverted. I just can’t imagine you performing.”
The following was said by someone in my facility, but it’s just too unique not to share:
“Did you have a lot of acne when you were a kid? ‘Cause your face looks like it.”
Here is a list of things I lovelovelove that are happening on a daily basis:
Waking up at 6:00 and going for a long walk with Thomas and Bash;
Eating breakfast;
Having a reason to start my day with physical activity, and to take that same walk when I get home from work;
Looking forward to the next day as I fall asleep the night before.
Happy weekend.