The week so far

A day working in the garden on Monday, which was very satisfying, followed by the restringing of my B string and an excellent guitar lesson. Good day on Monday.

Woke up yesterday to discover the gardening (and all the squatting that involved) had caught up with me. My ass was killing me, the backs of my legs were so sore I could barely bend over to put Stella’s food bowl down on the floor for her. There are probably some Pilates exercises/stretches I could do to alleviate this if I knew what they were. Despite the fact that I have continued with the classes, I do not know what these exercises might be, so I’ll just have to put up with it.

A call back audition yesterday afternoon. Still no idea when I left if I will be cast as Rita, whom I fucking love. Director said he’d be in touch. Spent most of the rest of the afternoon alternating between playing spider solitaire (yeah, I know) and refreshing my email. Nope, nothing. Tore myself away from the spider’s web and sat down with the guitar. Tuned it, played my little tunes, did some work on notes. (I was building up to those caged cords.) Checked email again. Nothing. So I’m left sitting on tenterhooks, which would be uncomfortable enough without the sore ass.

Made dinner. Ate dinner. Checked email again. Nothing. Figured if a message was going to come today it would have arrived by now, so shut down email. Went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. While I was doing this I heard a strange popping/pinging noise in the livingroom. Came in, looked around, couldn’t figure out what the hell the noise had been. (Sometimes there just are strange, unexplained noises. Recently I’ve been hearing this little tinging noise that might be the crappy wing chime outside, except it seems to be inside the house. So you just shrug.) Watched some telly, then decided to have a wee strum on the guitar before getting ready to go to bed with Adrian McKinty.

What the hell? The D string was fucked. No, not snapped like the beast ring when I stretched it too far, but an inexplicable fray and the string expanded and hanging loosely.

Okay, I guess that’s what the popping noise was. I was nowhere near it at the time, guv.

Take a photo and send it and a message to Ben. Gremlins again? Bastards. Maybe I really am cursed. He is as mystified as me, tells me to swing by today and he will sort out new string. Perhaps when he can see it he’ll have some explanation. (Other than bloody gremlins.)

No email from the director this morning. Still on tenterhooks. Ass still sore. 

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Postscript: Just heard I got the role. Hurrah! Off tenterhooks, although ass still sore.