Tuesday August 5 2014

Andy Warhol Beethoven (1987).[i]

Waking up around 11:15 a.m.

Honey Crunch n Oats with Almond Milk.

I've got a piano lesson scheduled with an autistic girl today. She's 6-years old and really sweet. Goes by the name of "KK" or "Cakes" (her mom calls her this). I drive over to the house to give the lesson. The mother stands by and helps keep her attention focused. Most any 6-year old is going to have a short attention span but especially with an autistic child. She's already shown an interest in music by figuring out how to play songs on her own like "Mary Had a Little Lamb" and the melody of "Heart and Soul". I wouldn't call her a savant but picking up music by ear is definitely there. I introduce the fingers and the correct way to place them on the piano. Whenever I start playing a song her legs start shaking and she gets really excited. This will be a challenge for me but a fun one.

On the drive home I stop by H&M for some new pants and underwear. It's time to start looking (and feeling) more professional. Today is my first day into the third decade of my life and it's also the day I start my teaching job at Music Makers. It's a new era.

Scrambled Eggs. Toast with Vegan Cream Cheese and Strawberry Jam. Baked Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.

At Music Makers – got three lessons scheduled (two piano and one voice). Everything runs very smoothly and I receive positive feedback from the parents and Drew, who hired me.


At the Rec Center. Time to get my basketball on. I'm having fun and getting in a good workout. Unfortunately, during the last game of the night I get an injury. My opponent passes the ball and it slams into the tip of my right thumb – mallet finger they call it. It's bad enough that I'll be "on the bench" as they say for a while. No more basketball. Even if you do everything right, like keeping your palms out, it doesn't matter – all it takes is one freak moment – being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It's the worst finger to get injured cause I use my right thumb for almost everything.

Back home. I struggle to cook dinner and hold things. I struggle typing cause I use my right thumb for the space bar.

Japanese Style Rice with Broccoli, Carrots, and Edamame.

Watching McCanick (2013).

I message Ana and express my concern about the finger injury. She says, "I know that you are resilient like the golden pothos plant!! Do not worry! Just take care of it like you take care of everything!"

Leftover Birthday Cake.

Researching/preparing lessons.

Sleep 4 a.m.

[i] Andy Warhol Beethoven (1987).

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