Tuesday, July 11, 2006

...and Bad New Age Music

Idiot that I am, I agreed to take on a new oboe student, and her first lesson is today. So now every time the baby spares me for a few minutes, I clean something. No new student from a spotless monster home in Willowdale is going to see hair and Prep-H wrappers on my bathroom floor, even if I did just have a baby that absolves me from housework.

The cradle swing has already proven a blessing, as the baby is finally big enough to sit in it without crumpling into a woeful-looking heap. But the music. Oh, the music. What gawdawful New Age schlock. To think that someone is probably earning a neat salary for having composed that crap - now I know what I should be doing for a living.


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