I am sad today. My violin is sick. It developed a crack on the top between the tailpiece and chin rest (for those who know string anatomy). I took it to the shop, and it turns out there has been deterioration in that spot for probably a couple years (I thought it was not sounding right, but assumed it was old strings or a misaligned bridge). I left it at the violin hospital to recover for two weeks, and hopefully it will be all better after that. And after I pay out for it. Violin illnesses are not cheap. And it turns out my health insurance doesn't cover sick instruments. Only sick people. Maybe it'll pay for mental distress caused by separation anxiety. My violin has never been away from the family for that long, not in 20 years. It's sure to be anxious and scared. I should have left a bedtime story for it. Or a little note reminding it that I am thinking about it. I could call every day to see how it's doing, but I think the shop would get annoyed. The shop also lacks visiting hours, so I can't visit my violin until it is all better. I miss it already, and it's only been 3 hours.
On a serious note, send money to feed the Haitians. There is a lot of devastation there because of the earthquake.
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