September 18, 2004 at 4:54 PM
I just got back from UPS...shipped off my violin. In the five years I've had my violin, I've never parted with it. Hence, the massive list of repairs and adjustments needed....anyhow. I was so nervous about the whole ordeal that I totally did not write down my zip code and addresses legibly...or correctly. Luckily the guy noticed that there were not enough digits in my zip. I noticed a guitar sitting in the back of the UPS shop and tried to ignore it. I wanted to ask it if had been damaged during shipping...but I refrained. I mean, I put my violin in a school hard case, wrapped the case with the big bubble bubble wrap, put so many peanuts around it that my husband sat on the box to get it closed and then gave the box a nice wrapping of tape. I was covering up the old labels with blank labels and Michael said "STOP! It is like you are washing your hands over and over and over or something". He doesn't understand....I don't want it going the wrong place the wrong way or to get hurt. My baby. Anyhow. It cost me over sixty bucks to send it! That, with the repairs....my savings are going to be eaten. Yum. So...I'm playing a school instrument. I started on it yesterday and already have a rash on my neck. I swear. I'm allergic to everything. Some violinists get hickies. I get massive rashes that itch and break and...well. I have a picture from my very first solo recital (my junior recital college) and my neck...oh my poor neck. At that time I didn't really care. It was proof of how hard I worked in case I, well, you know, accidentally walked off the edge of the stage or played my violin upside down or forgot which piece I was playing. Now, it is just a neusance. And itchy. I don't know if I can put anything on it because I don't want to damage the varnish on the violin with hydrocortozone or something. Eat right through the varnish like the varnish is eating through my skin. Or maybe it is my nails that are eating my skin as I scratch scratch scratch. Hm. WEll, off to butcher Beethoven. No. Actually. I think I'll drink some coffee and remember that it is Saturday and relax for...ahem...half of the day first. Maybe in bed. Watch a movie about Ballet while my husband is at work. I got to pick the movie this week and subsequently, I picked a total girl flick and he is completely uninterested in watching it. That happens about every other week....
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