So last night, I was sitting in the kitchen talking with our house guest, Paul Marchese, who was staying with us while attending a choral directors workshop at Carthage. And I looked down one point and saw a dark red line on my right leg – and after a closer look realized that I had a long, deep scratch along my leg, complete with a red gusher on the one end. And it took a few seconds before I realized how I had managed to maim myself: it must have happened when I crawled down the ladder from the band platform at the end of last night’s rehearsal. I still can’t figure out how I neither saw nor felt this at the time – and am glad that I noticed it before I crawled into bed, spewing A negative all over the place.
Ah, the hazards of playing piano at the Racine Theater Guild.
pictured above: one view of my scratch – or should I call it a gash?