Last week was a rough one. Last Sunday, while on vacation in Tennessee, Zoe rolled out of the bed and broke both bones in her arm. Steve took her to the emergency room down there, of course, and we spent an afternoon with the orthopedist here once they got home. She’s fine – in a hard cast, happy as a clam, and scheduled for a full recovery in a few weeks. Still, stressful and expensive.
On Wednesday night, while driving home from our gig in Fort Wayne, we hit a deer in Steve’s car. We weren’t hurt, and the car was drivable so we got home just fine – but now that vehicle is in the body shop until the end of the month. Insurance is picking up the huge tab but of course we are paying the deductible and adding on a windshield repair that had been needed. Stressful and expensive.
After the week of work in Fort Wayne, I pulled my car into the driveway and turned it off. The next morning it wouldn’t start, and after an unsuccessful jumpstart and a tow truck we determined that the timing belt had broken. Four days in the shop. Just got it back. Stressful and expensive.
We are on our way back down to Tennessee now, to pay our respects to Steve’s father, who is ill. Not particularly expensive, but certainly stressful.
Here’s the thing, though. I love my life. I love it. Nothing bad happened in any of the situations we encountered last week, or at least there will be no lasting harm. Money is just money. It’s terribly sad that I may not see Steve’s father again after this week, but today I am on a road trip with my family and it’s a beautiful day. I’m traveling to Utah on Sunday for an audition and playing the Ewazen concerto next Friday, so I’m busy with wonderful oboe stuff, and although Zoe hasn’t been sleeping well I feel fantastic.
I think that before we had Zoe I would have gotten very upset about all of this nonsense. I would have felt tight and panicky and freaked out a little bit when we suddenly went from a two car family to a zero car family in a matter of days. I might have been too anxious about practicing for my audition and my concerto to make the time to travel south, or at least I would have struggled with it a little.
But a baby seems to put things in perspective. All the little stuff is just little stuff. Life is good. Happy weekend to us all!
2 thoughts on “A Rough Week”
You're a strong woman. Hope you have a blessed time with Steve's father, and I hope you play purdy in Utah.
Thank you, Cooper!
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