mad world

I dunno about this teaching thing; I mean, I like having meaningful work, but sometimes I want to be thinking about what song I should learn next, not what song my kids should learn next. At 29, I'm finally grown up enough to realize that it's not all about me, but I still struggle with the idea that I've learned all this music stuff and made it second nature, only to have to put it back into the conscious part of the brain and teach it to others.

Whine whine whine, enough of that. I recently read a book that a friend recommended - The Next Step in the Dance by Tim Gautreaux. Odd plot line, but an interesting read - it's about people who live on the bayou in Louisianna. One thing it does very well is describe poverty - at one point the economy gets so depressed that almost no one in town can find work. In one poignant paragraph, he describes driving through town, looking at the men fixing roofs or gutters or fences on their shacks, each so he could look himself in the mirror at the end of the day and call himself a working man.

Reading that made me a lot more ready to go to my pool store job the next day - realizing the priveledge of work.