Finding Normalcy (also my biggest fangirly moment with Joshua Bell)
The first year was like a jon boat at sea; sometimes the waters were calm, but in all cases the sides of the boat are unnervingly low and it's difficult to find faith in that flat bottom. I mean, even the Titanic sank, right? After the one year mark I felt more confident, like getting out of the boat and hiking up into the trees. The idea has been, I think, to enter the jungle alone and come back a few weeks later with scalps. Sometimes I feel like I'm back in the boat, though, sailing for the New World, with no shore on the horizon.
For as long as I've lived in Tiny Cottage, the oven hasn't functioned properly. I never got over being a home-owner and I'm used to fixing things myself, but I'm proud to say I didn't disassemble the stove to find out why the oven didn't heat. Finally last year, over drinks and Halloween candy, I told the landlords it wasn't working. They figured it was best to just replace the whole appliance; I said it wasn't any bother, and the conversation turned to other things.
This last Saturday morning a guy came out early and put in the new stove. And then the guy said:
"Small problem. Do you have any batteries?" My new gas stove has an intermittent electric pilot light system. I found 4 AAs; the guy's wife was willing to go to the store and get more, but he said he was content (and so was I) to show me where the batteries go and call it a morning.
After book club I went to Aldi and found no batteries; Aldi is next to the pool hall. The pool hall didn't have batteries, either. I gave my phone to the bartender to charge, played dueling jukebox with Dave, and ate snacks with a new friend who insisted I try the pizza dumplings - they're awesome.
I stopped at Giant for batteries on the way home (the bartender hates Giant, he says vehemently.) I parked my car and then remembered the cell phone charging behind the bar. I went back down the street to the pool hall and stood next to the cash register, waiting for the bartender. Oh, look - a basket of remotes sitting right there. I was rifling through them looking for AA instead of AAA when the bartender snatched the basket away from me and hand over my phone. I went back to Giant to buy the batteries and some pop-up cinnamon rolls.
And that's what I'm doing right now - cinnamon rolls. It's a small but significant success.
I met Josh Bell at the Kennedy Center, and it's because I embrace my neurosis: I can't stay sitting at a concert. I have to get up and stand back against the wall. Wall-people are a thing; if you already know then you are one, and I salute you. Eventually I was just overwhelmed with emotion and I had to go outside. You can't go back in while the concert is in session, but there's a nice TV outside the hall and some rows of chairs, so I stood there in the Introvert Section and watched until the end. I was trying to be the first person to leave when a man motioned toward a velvet rope cordoning off a queue.
"Stand there if you want an autograph."
There was only ONE FAMILY in the line. I was freaking out. I could actually do this: meet Josh Bell and get an autograph, and talk to very few people and not queue for an hour, and still leave before traffic got crazy. So I did that.
I had only the playbill for Mr. Bell to sign, but he signed it, and I told him what matters most to me:
"Thank you for the Kreisler Album."
His eyes opened a little, and he smiled and shook my hand. He said that project meant a lot to him, too. My heart was dying.
And then an usher motioned to another cordon:
"Stand there for the picture." THE PICTURE. Shit. Now I had to decide. I would have to wait in line for all the other autographs to be signed, but I was still only second in line. The family in front of me was very nice and polite so I decided to stick it out. And I am totally deer-in-the-headlights in this picture, only now I can't find it to show you. So here's why I know the concert was February 11th:
Celebrate your small successes, even if it was awkward achieving them.Also, have cinnamon rolls.
Buy The Album:
The Kreisler Album: Joshua Bell Plays Music by Fritz Kreisler
Praeludium and Allegro is so heartbreakingly beautiful - I actually found a young violinist willing to play it at my daughter's wedding for $100 but she cut me off with a "MOM, NO." I should have done it. What's the use of having kids if you don't torment them?