Monday, November 22, 2010

sometimes things just happen (grieving, music and some official things about Singapore)

Sometimes things just happen.

And there’s nothing you can do about it.

Except call your friend Hank who will make you laugh so hard that tea comes out of your nose so that everything is again right with the universe. It’s the age-old tea-through-the-nose heal-all.

(That was a lot of hyphens. Seriously, look at how many hyphens that took. I wonder if they feel self-conscious because I pointed them out. Well, don’t look, you’ll make them feel worse.)

I got an email today from my piano teacher stating that he will not be teaching me anymore. It was sudden and not great news, as you may imagine. (I may have cried a little, which may or may not have frightened my toy poodle, which possibly could have made me feel even worse, but I can neither confirm nor deny.) I’m not entirely sure why, but he told me I was a good student and wished me all the best. Circumstances changed “unexpectedly” and now I need a new teacher.

“Unexpectedly” might have been an understatement. What’s more unexpected than unexpected? Uber-unexpected? Weapons-grade unexpected? Marital law on all expectations unexpected?

It was all going so well. I thought. Possibly because he said it was going really well just the other day.  Or perhaps because we've planned what my lessons will be until the end of the year, complete with me buying books this weekend, etc.

Anyway, these things happen. I’m sad about it but I’ll live. I hate when things like this happen when you’re not ready, it makes you unhappy and all you really want to do is click your heels together and say, “There’s no place like home” to make everything better (or the same) again.


Nothing. Well, I’ll be looking for a new teacher in the coming weeks so if you have a spare, I have a vacancy. Also, I just wanted to let you know in case I suddenly start talking about my piano teacher and using words such as “her” and “she.” My (former) piano teacher may not be teaching me anymore, but I don’t want to spread rumors he’s had some sort of operation or lifestyle change.

I know, I’m nice like that.

The plus side of this otherwise rather dreary day is that I talked to my friend Hank. He made me laugh. He started down a ranting path about something and then said he was going to get off of his “shoebox.”  “Soapbox?” said I. “Oh, yeah. Whatever.” Then we proceeded to Wiki “soapbox” which then led to the Wikiing of Speaker’s Corner in Hyde Park, which then led to the official language of Singapore. I know I skipped some steps in there but you get the idea and I don’t have all day to explain how yelling your political views to passers-by is related to the native tongue of people in Asia.

I can’t do everything.

Anyway, I feel better than I did but overall I’m still sad. I feel like I’m grieving an important loss. It will be difficult to understand unless you’ve been there.

Now I’m going to go and pout and eat something big and terrible for me. Then I might whine a bit. Then if I run until it hurts my lungs, write some poems, tickle a puppy’s belly and watch pointless television for a few hours I will have run the gamut of grieving.

Thank you for your thoughts.

And if you feel like sending me a donut, thanks for that, too.



Christy said...

Good luck on finding a new piano teacher. I am trying to find a guitar teacher, myself. :)

Raven said...

I don't have a donut, but I do have a cookie. White Chocolate Macadamia Nut. I also have Oatmeal and Chocolate Chip.

A very entertaining post. Sorry to hear about your piano teacher. Some things in life just broadside you like a semi truck. I hope you can find a new one you like.

Stef said...

I feel your pain. There is nothing like the unexpected coming out of nowhere.
Now, as for the donuts, I don't think it would send so well. How about I just eat one for you. Nothing like helping a friend out!

jen said...

As a former piano teacher (and current parent of 3 piano students) this is WEIRD. Really weird. Is it British or something?
Are you gonna demand an explanation? Because I can call him, if you want. And if you tell me the country code for Britain (but I can always look that up on the internet).
(I think my parentheses are are keeping your hyphens company. And never apologize for correctly-used hyphens. Few can manage that so effortlessly.)

paige said...

@ jenny - Yes, he's exceptionally British. Thanks for the offer, but I don't think it will bring him back. We're just going to have to face this together. HE'S NEVER COMING BACK. Let's drown our sorrows in the hot tub at the spa.

Jenners said...

That is sudden and unexpected. I hate when things like that happen. Good luck finding a new teacher.

And I'll eat a donut in your honor.

Anita Johnson said...

I might have stopped giving you lessons when I first saw those piano keys! LOL Good luck finding another teacher!

Serline said...

Excuse me, did you know you require a permit to discuss Singapore and her policies? ;-P

myorii said...

Aww, I'm sorry about your piano teacher... I'll lend you Jason if you want. He's a pretty darn good pianist except he hasn't played in many years and is a very strict teacher. He'd probably make you practice till your fingers bleed (again)

I'd send you some krispy kremes but I don't think they can withstand being inside a package for a few days. Good luck finding a new piano teacher! Btw, my offer on Jason is still good :)

Tezzie said...

That's just plain weird...but, not entirely unexpected if you figure that he's a man...who's just told you that things are 'going well'. Hope you find yourself some donuts...if you get an extra one, feel free to forward it up here ;D said...

I'm so sorry to hear about your piano teacher. That must've been tough, especially if it was going so well. My little sister was let go from her job the other day. They hired her as a receptionist, but when their medical billing person quit, they wanted her to take on those responsibilities. Unfortunately, she's never had any experience doing that and I think they kept her on board until they found a replacement and then let her go. She was so bummed out (and she cried some too). I felt so bad for her, but that's the reality. Sometimes things just happen. But I whole heartedly believe they happen for a reason! good luck with your search for a new teacher! Who knows? The new one might be infinitely better! said...

Tickling a puppy belly sounds like a fantastic idea to me :) How could that not cheer someone up!


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