Wednesday May 12 • 16:34

mood: annoyed
song: “Summer, Highland Falls,” Billy Joel

Dad bought a crate of strawberries yesterday. And by crate I mean 12 baskets in one of those cardboard boxes that you get at the stands on the side of the road. It looks like a fleet. We ate four baskets yesterday, and I believe we’ll be eating strawberries for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the next couple of days.

Thank God they’re one of my favorite things to eat.

I woke up at a reasonable time today — which means I went to bed at a reasonable time last night. I must be slipping. It’s usually to bed at 4am, to rise at 11am.

I got ready for my show today extra early as well. I “ironed my head” (flat ironed my hair) right after lunch, which saved me trying to fit all 45 minutes of it into the half hour I usually leave myself to get ready — (which I always save until right before I need to leave.)

I loaded the equipment in the trailer, decided what to wear that would apply to Stacy and Clinton’s rules, got caught up on some business, and even had time to sit down for a snack… of strawberries!

Kind of had time…

Anyway, see the one thing that has been happening all day is the phone has been ringing off the hook. And let me tell you about this last call: it wrinkled my feathers.

“Grand Central Station,” I gasp into the receiver.

(Backing up: A Sacramento radio station is having a Battle of the Bands in June, and a DJ called a while back asking if I would like to participate. In fact he called and excitedly said he loved my music and it should be playing on the station as well. Which was really cool, and I hadn’t played a Battle of the Bands in a long time… But, back to Grand Central.)

Today, several weeks after that phone call, I received another from a different person at the station.

“Well, I’m really sorry, but you can’t play the Battle of the Bands after all because you’re under 21. And all band members must be at least 21…”

“What?” I choked.
“Sorry. I know you had talked to us before about this, but it didn’t end up working. Even if your birthday is, like, a week away…”

Not just a week — let me tell you how silly this is: my birthday, the big 2.1. in June, the BIG 2.1. is FOUR DAYS after the show.

“Four days,” I whimpered.
“Sorry.” Click.

Wah. Wah.

No matter how well things are going in your life at the moment, as soon as one little thing goes wrong — no matter if it means anything — you forget every good thing that has happened along the way.

I’ve been busy with good work — never lacking in something to do. I’ve got so many exciting gigs coming up, opportunities — great things in general.

But, how easily I forget, and how easy it is to get disappointed and discouraged if this one little thing doesn’t work.

Don’t let it get to you, Meg.

Well, you know there is one thing that always makes me feel better: strawberries. And that’s a good thing, ‘cause this box will last me long enough to put them on my birthday cake…

Yours,
megan

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