One Day at a Time

Well, I finally took the plunge. I picked up the old violin and joined an orchestra last week. This is the first semester I've had in, oh, possibly 7 years, when I haven't been in graduate courses, teaching, and/or working on my dissertation. So I no longer had a good excuse when Andy told me that at his last rehearsal there were only 2 second violins and something like 6-8 firsts. (Nobody accepted my excuse that I'm taking an independent study biology course as good enough to get out of orchestra.)

So I was sitting in the orchestra, a little concerned because I was having some difficulty catching all the notes (I was doing ok, but definitely not up to my standards). Then it occurred to me: I was SIGHT READING! Of course I wasn't going to be able to play things the first time. At which point I started feeling better mentally, though my poor body is not used to 2 hour rehearsals anymore.