Tests today. I used to tell my students that life was full of intelligence tests. Like what do you do when it rains? That’s a test of intelligence. They pooh-poohed me, of course, but after a couple of them nearly drowned while looking up during a storm, most agreed with my proposition. And I resisted the temptation to tell them that that’s how a good many turkeys died. During storms. Looking up. But, seriously, I’m being tested today. The improv class looks like a bust, and Andrew seems to be wanting to distance himself. If I had a tendency towards depression, this might be a day to set me off.

With projects crashing in all directions, it’s a day for reflection for me. I met with Joel H. and informed him that exactly one student had signed up for the class, so it wasn’t going to make. (I just wrote to him and apologized for inviting him to a lunch to plan the class then telling him the class wasn’t making, and, by golly, we’re not going to get rich this week! Not that this was going to make anyone rich.)

I do not know what’s going with A.. I’d gone to some expense and trouble to make our front room useful and accessible as a practice hall / recording studio, and then he announces a change of venue to T.’s house so we “could get louder.” I’m still studying that one out. Towards the end of our conversation, A. said something sort of concilliatory about doing something today, but I never heard from him. So. I’m invoking the right to exercise patience. I enjoy the man’s company and music and hope our music together continues.

We’ll see.