I had an incident while on break at work today. It involved a bee. I’ve been stung before (as a kid.) It was more alarming than painful. I’m not allergic. However, for some reason I behave as if being stung by a bee will instantly lead to my painful death. The bee buzzed close to my ear, then hovered near my head. That was all the signal I needed.
I ran to escape, and it followed me! I changed direction. Still in my space! So I started zig-zagging. Any coolness cred I once had is now history. (It probably wasn’t much.) My co-workers began shouting advice. “Stand still!” “Swat it!” “Something something Periscope!” Sigh. It finally flew off without stinging me. It must have decided my offense wasn’t severe enough to die over.
I’d like to think it was messing with me to amuse its friends. “Hey Ethan, see that human over there? Go give her a flyby, then stick to her like glue.” Followed by Ethan and friends laughing. “Look at her go! This is so going on BeeBook!” Okay, I’ll stop. You’re welcome. 🙃 We have four mini trampolines at work now. I squeed when I saw them.
It took so much willpower to refrain from lining them up and experimenting. Musical mini trampolines, anyone? I’m going to Sky Zone this weekend to work out my temptations. It would be embarrassing to get fired from a job over mini trampoline shenanigans. I went to the park near where I grew up yesterday. I was going to put an ad in the paper to give violin lessons, but it requires talking on the phone, (which irks me in 2017.) So I made a sign, printed out some contact cards, and headed out.
I played for an hour, and several people took a card. I have two students so far. Yay. A woman asked me if I teach adults, and I told her to take my card. It never crossed my mind to teach adults. She emailed me already. We’re meeting Thursday. I’m excited. She’s probably in her fifties. She asked how long I’ve been playing, and fluffed my ego a bit. She has beautiful hands. I think she’s going to fall in love with the violin.
I’m off to visit our new dog. Tallulah is staying with a friend of M’s while he’s away. They have a huge backyard and a husky for her to play with. I’m a little jealous.