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I Am Torn

Since working in an office with designated work hours, my music pursuits have suffered. I have lost my horn practice routine and haven't been able to develop a new one yet. I spend my previously allotted practice time working, followed by driving to pick up Daughter #2 from school. Afterwards, I am so tired, as I believe fluorescent lights suck the life right out of me--as in Joe Versus the Volcano--here's the link to that great line.

I am now wondering, if I were a conjoined twin, maybe my other half, who I would name Roberta, could work while I practiced. Maybe Roberta could contemplate dinner while I played scales and etudes. Maybe Roberta could do the things I would prefer were not a priority while I worked at being musical.

I am also wondering, if I were a conjoined twin, maybe Roberta could read out loud to me. She could wash, and I could dry. She could do the driving, and I could take a nap. The more I think about being a conjoined twin, about having a Roberta to do the things that are obligations while I take care of the rest, the more I think it might not be such a bad way to live.

Comments

dive said…
A nice thought, Robyn, but things might get kinda icky in the bathroom …
Ew!
7:28 AM
dive said…
That is a somewhat disturbing photograph, by the way …
7:33 AM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
Reminds me of that Michael Keaton Movie where he had a clone do all his dirty work and if I remember things went awry. I feel your pain Robyn and agree with you on the florescent lighting. It’s very hard to achieve that balance between work and outside interests. This is something I am still struggling with. You’re not alone.
9:14 AM
Sassy Sundry said…
OK, you called Dive strange? You want a conjoined twin? Wouldn't a body double suffice?
11:09 AM
Scout said…
Good point, Sassy. Someone who wants a conjoined twin shouldn't really call someone else "strange." A body double is certainly the better way to go.
12:38 PM
Scout said…
Hey wait, I just checked. I said Dive was "unusual," not strange. Still, point taken.
12:41 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
A body double, for sure. Then Roberta could go on that hateful school trip for you while you stayed home with fresh hair clean clothes and sane mind.

MY body double would do all the cleaning, ironing, earning, shopping and bring me the fruits from the shops for me to wear. LOL well not quite that whip-cracking but it'd be good to grab all the time we can't access, yes.
2:28 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
That's what money buys you, incidentally, referring to your £1M win post, TIME. Pure and simple. Not endless of course but much more of it.
2:29 PM
Anonymous said…
Welcome to the world of raising children! All the hobbies kinda go by the wayside. It is a wonderful world though, I wouldn't trade it. Just gets alittle hectic with no time for the mom!! Have fun in it though, it goes by quick!
8:24 PM
DearestDragonfly said…
Spending my day-life in an office, I would absolutely agree with the 'evil' fluorescent light hypothesis! Add to that...the lack of natural light... the sitting on my arse... the resulting inhibited circulation... the holding my breath while I concentrate... Surely, not alien messages emanating from the monitor!

Regularly jumping up and down, with optional screams of _______ (I prefer you fill in the blank!) would ameliorate the effects of the above.
11:57 PM
dive said…
"Unusual", eh?
The body double's a no-no for me. Mirrors are bad enough, but to have a walking, talking, vacumming reminder of how fat and ugly I look would definitely be a bad move.
Besides, I like housework.
1:37 AM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
LOL DIVE ! he he good point!

No er sorry i meant MY body double, not yours who would of course be suave, entertaining and serving sushi.
8:23 AM
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