At least, that’s what my mother and my friend Kemper keep saying. Wish I believed it.
In any case, I am regularly eating and sleeping now and although I’m kind of glad to be eating I am also disappointed that I am not going to lose the prescribed ten pounds my therapist said I would lose over this coming month. Grrr.
Now I am not only dealing with a breakup but I am also dealing with lady problems and the fact that not one, not two, but THREE pairs of my shoes died within four days of each other this week. The first pair was a pair of Stonefly slides that I bought when I moved to Chicago in 2002. The second was a pair of Dansko sandals that I had repaired (and not too cheaply) a month and a half ago, and the third pair was a pair of Franco Sartos that I bought in Chicago in 2003 that I had resoled a month and a half ago. Of course, now I have to get quality shoes and it’s the summer and we know how broke I am in the summer. Thank God for total reimbursement for Rare Book School expenses, is all I can say.
I am trying to decide whether I should go to NYC this weekend. Carrington is away for the summer doing summer stock in CT, and he rented out his apartment for the summer, which is inconvenient simply because his apartment is so convenient. I will visit Becky, who just moved there. It would be very good to see her. However, I hate to abandon my cat again so soon, and my apartment is a total mess. But it might be good to get away. I dunno. Maybe I could go next weekend if not. In any case, there is a Victorial and Albert Museum exhibit I want to see as well as a palm-leaf manuscript exhibit I want to see. Yes, yes, I know this is nerdy but I discovered the other day that we have palm-leaf books. Although ours aren’t illuminated. Naturally, the Met probably has things that will make me feel dumb for thinking we have even remotely cool things. But the V/A exhibit will be through next week, so perhaps I can go next weekend and allow myself some time to get over the migraines and things that are inherent every month with my lady problems and not inflict them on poor Becky.
I ALSO need to go to the Cloisters now that I’m getting hardcore into medieval manuscripts. As a medieval studies major I did not much care for medieval art in any form but now feel differently.
I am looking into taking a class at Temple. I explained to the first prof. I emailed that I had been denied admission into the music history program and so wanted to take a class. He told me to email the dept. head and ask him why I was denied admission, who in turn told me to ask another guy. The last prof. got back to me yesterday and it turned out they were all impressed with my application (!) but that I didn’t major in music and so they felt that the university would have a problem because of their infrastructure rules. Which brings me roundly back to square one (square candies that look round?). You see, this time last year, I got in touch with a Temple professor and made plans to meet up with him to discuss with him this very problem. Interestingly enough, when we finally got around to meeting, I had just met Paul a few days before, and it turned out this particular professor and Paul are very good friends. Sigh. In any case, the professor I met last year didn’t think my lack of a music major would be a problem at all and that the committee would really only care whether or not I could write, which a lot of performance music majors cannot do so well. Supposedly.
So I am hoping to take an early music seminar that will be taught by the director of Piffaro, which is very exciting to me, as this is the equivalent for me of someone being in the Decemberists or whatever it is you young folks are into these days. Of course I’m also for all practical purposes a young’in, but I feel like a fogey when it comes to music tastes. This prof. is very nice and told me that I could work on early-music performance as well as academic stuff so for me it’s perfect all around! This does mean that I won’t be able to sing with Choral Arts this fall but that was up in the air for me anyway.
