This post is a little early this week, but I’ve had a few interesting things happen this week that were post-worthy.
The Gig That Came and Went
I got a last-minute call last weekend from a conductor in Tahoe who needed me to sub for a performance and series of rehearsals. So after some time arranging, we managed to meet up for him to hand off the music. The amusing part was he called me when I was halfway there to inform me he was stuck because an excavator fell on someone’s house. Apparently it tilted off the truck carrying it when going around a curve.
The second amusing part of the story was the day after I got the music, I get a message saying rehearsal was cancelled, followed by another message a few days later letting me know the entire performance was cancelled. I have no idea what happened there, but that was the quickest turnaround on a gig I’ve ever had. So today I got to drive up to Carson on my lunch break to give him the music. No excavator incidents this round. It was just a weird week.
The Mosquito Disaster
All of my life I’ve lived in dry places, and in general have had very few run-ins with mosquitos. A few months ago I moved to downtown Minden, and once spring arrived I realized there are mosquitos everywhere. It’s very damp, surrounded by pastures and irrigation, and as a result is a haven for the little bastards.
I got bite on my arm first. Instead of being a normal-sized bump with moderate itching, it turned into this giant rash with hives, and felt like a bruise. After the initial panic and near-overdose of Benadryl, I did my homework and discovered I’m allergic to them (surprise!). For the most part, I don’t react too bad to them. But if they hit my on the arms or hands, I start developing mutant lumps. One got in my house a couple of nights ago and feasted on my wrist and hand. The hand is swollen, which is pretty neat. I may be dying. If you want into my will, now’s the time to ask.
The Ex: Wat
Last week I was telling someone about the whole deal with the ex-husband and the divorce. In a strange turn of events, the next morning I get a message from Linked In telling me he viewed my profile. The really bizarre part was the message listed his current company as the old company I used to work for in Vegas. I still keep in touch with a lot of people there, and I had not heard he was hired.
Doing the only obvious thing I could, I contacted my former partner-in-crime Matt, and when I asked if he knew so-and-so was my ex-husband. His response was “Say what?”. Turns out he’s been there a year, and nobody had a clue that we were once married. So either he never put two and two together (I changed my name entirely after we were married), or he’s been prudent and kept his mouth shut. If it’s the latter, that’s pretty funny (and nice of him).
Of course, Matt being who he is, was determined to ask him about me. I said: “You won’t hear anything I haven’t told you. I was a fat neurotic mess when we were married.”
That part is true. There was a lot that went wrong that I won’t air out on the internet. But the fat neurotic mess: that was definitely me. What certainly did not help the relationship were the antidepressants I was taking for anxiety. They had this effect of making me a little crazy and causing me to gain weight at the speed of light. I fought it tooth and nail, but no matter what I did I just kept gaining. This is a pretty nifty picture of me most of the way through the weight gain. That weight gain made me more neurotic and depressed, and it just made it all worse. Right after he left to go on his tour overseas, I decided to stop taking those stupid pills. I quit filling prescriptions and tapered them off. By the time he came back a year later I was completely stable and had lost a good chunk of the weight. Over the next couple of years it fell off. Then I started running and more fell off.
Today I weigh 50 pounds less than I did in those days. I’ve had some ups and downs, but overall my weight has remained stable. It makes me happy to know I got a degree of control over that part of me.
I am not dwelling on the negative aspects of it, nor do I feel regret. If anything it all makes me more appreciative for what I have now. That divorce started me on the path to a better life. I’m a better person, I like myself, I love my life, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Things I Learned This Week
Jack will bark at the wind, but tremble in fear under my chair if something scares him. Not a good guard dog.
Dating a drummer: totally worth the exception to my no-musicians policy.
I sink more money into my oboe than I make in gigs.